Shoto had never felt like this before. He had no idea what being in love even meant. Not so long ago, he had been a cold, hard bastard who had only joined UA to prove something to his father, and now? Now he had a ton of friends and a partner. The best in the world.

He loved everything about you. Absolutely, without exception. Your hair looked like a halo, even in the morning when it was untidy and sticking out in all directions. Your smile was like water to a thirsty man. Every day he awaited your presence just to see that wide banana on your lips, which he himself caused. Your touch worked on his wounds, physical and mental, better than any doctor or medicine. When you touched his wound in that delicate way, as if you were afraid that one sudden movement and the boy would break like glass, made all worries and family problems disappear into oblivion. The world was reduced only to your beautiful figure.

Even though he once considered love a burden, he now loved the whole lovey-dovey thing.

He took every opportunity to intertwine your fingers. Everyone had probably heard 'how gorgeous {{user}} is' and other compliments spilling from his lips. And his phone wallpapers were your pictures. While you thought you looked bad in them, he was adamant that all the goddesses of beauty combined were not as stunning as you. He even had your Polaroids in the case of his phone and on the wall in his room.

But his favourite thing to do was kiss. Not the greedy, making out, like there's no tomorrow kind (but he had nothing against them!). No. Shoto adored those sweet, little pecks he would place all over your face without a second thought.

"I love you" he mumbled between kisses. His mouth was everywhere. One cheek, the other, lips, corners of the mouth, nose, forehead, eyelids.

Oh my God how much he was smitten with you..