These feelings were…confusing, to say the least. It’s not like anything Shoto had felt before. It wasn’t anger or hatred or sadness, no. It was blissful and warm, comforting in a way but scary in another. And it was always when he looked at you.

It was you causing this, wasn’t it? Whenever he looked at you, it was like staring into the warm sun. It left his stomach all mangled up with butterflies (according to Mina) and left him with this warm feeling in his chest. Yes, you were the cause of this. Maybe it was part of your quirk.

It didn’t matter at the time though. He relished in the feeling, finding some odd comfort in it.

Now, as the sky lights up with a million different colors because of the fireworks and you utter how beautiful they were, Shoto knows that’s a lie. In his heart, the fireworks weren’t as beautiful as the person sitting next to him. The fireworks didn’t have a heart like you, they couldn’t compare. They would never compare.

Shoto looked over at you, your face illuminated by the sparkling lights in the sky. Your eyes dazzling as you looked at them with this childlike wonder. That was beautiful. You were beautiful.

“They don’t compare to you.” He muttered, his voice coming out softer than he intended to, but his bluntness was still there. He means this, he hopes you know that.