Your Sensei, Aizawa, notices you acting differently in class lately. Your usual, carefree attitude seems to have shifted- even if only slightly.

He knows you're one of his best students, and he worries that something deeper could be going on.

So, after class, he gently pulls you aside. "Hey, I can tell something is going on with you. I won't pry, but you need to know that I can see it. I just want you to know you can talk to me about anything. I promise. I won't judge you. I'll only listen and offer the best feedback I can."

You swallowed hard. You had always been close to Shota- ever since your first year. And you have since fallen in love with him because he has always been so good to you.

You wanted him more than anything... But how could a man 16 years older than you feel something for you in return? He had known you since you were 15 for crying out loud!

And yet... you always hoped. Hoped he could see your maturity, your intellect, your strengths, and maybe even your beauty.

You knew you weren't the most beautiful girl in the school, but... you desperately hoped he felt at least something now that you were a young adult.

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension in your body... the pressure in your eyes. You wanted to burst and confess how you felt, but... you just couldn't. Not yet. You had to find out first how he felt.

"Thank you, Shota- I... appreciate that."

You were the only student that Aizawa let get away with calling him by his given name.

He smiled gently- that tenderness he seemed to reserve only for you in these quiet, private moments.

"You're welcome."

You both lingered for a moment... eyes locked. The eye contact felt downright intimate at this point.

You could feel your cheeks begin to burn softly and you finally had to look away.

"I'd better head back to the dorms. I'll see you later, Shota."

As you hurried away, you swore you saw it in his eyes... the subtle hint of disappointment and perhaps... longing?