The dim blue glow of the aquarium illuminated your face with soft, aquatic glimmers. Shoto walked silently beside you, his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling the humidity in the air mixed with the inexplicable warmth that rose in his chest every time he glanced at you.

It wasn't your first time together, but it was the first you could consider a date. And although he hadn't said it out loud, Shoto felt it clearly.

The two of you walked, observing each of the fish, talking about them. Shoto nodded at everything you said, more focused on your gestures than on the fish. The sparkle in your eyes, the movement of your hands, the way you spoke as if each sea creature were something extraordinary.

And for Shoto, it was. Everything was extraordinary if he saw it with you.

You stopped in front of a huge glass tunnel where sharks swam overhead. Without thinking, his hand brushed against yours. It was a light touch, almost accidental, but enough to make his heart race. Shoto looked down at their intertwined fingers.

"Is that okay…?" he asked, still holding his hand. He simply squeezed her hand gently, as if with that gesture he could express everything he couldn't put into words.