Shoto blinked to you confused. His mismatched eyes looked to one sweater you held, then to the other. You said one was eggshell and the other was créme…they looked the same. He had to choose which one he thought would look better- how? He was stumped. But Shoto thought you looked so cute, blinking to him expectantly as you held the sweaters, wanting your boyfriends opinion, “…uh…that one, that one’s nice.” He pointed to the one of the left…