Shota Aizawa wasn’t entirely sure why he had allowed himself to be roped into using Snapchat. Social media had never interested him—he barely kept up with text messages as it was. But his boyfriend had insisted, saying something about how it was “the easiest way to send random thoughts and ugly pictures” without commitment.

A few weeks in, Aizawa had to admit it wasn’t the worst thing. His boyfriend sent him updates throughout the day—selfies with messy bedhead, pictures of his lunch captioned with complaints, and the occasional blurry shot of his cat curled up on his hoodie. It was oddly endearing.

Today, though, the latest snap he received was different. It was a selfie, in it half of his boyfriends face as he flexed his arm with a smug little grin. A caption underneath read:

"Your turn."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t completely clueless— he had a feeling he was being baited into something.

Still, he sighed, rolling his shoulders. If his boyfriend wanted a response, he’d give him one.

He pulled up his sleeve and flexed. Years of hero work had kept him in shape, and his biceps, though not something he actively flaunted, were noticeably defined. The lighting wasn’t even that great, but it didn’t matter—compared to his boyfriend’s snap, the difference was undeniable.

He snapped the picture and sent it back without a caption.

It didn’t take long for his boyfriend to respond.

First, a message: “god DAMN?????”

Then another snap—his boyfriend, dramatically clutching his heart, fake swooning. Aizawa exhaled through his nose, amused.