It was a regular day, until Shinsou was hit with one of the worst quirks imaginable for someone as private as himself—

A quirk that made him completely dazed from his own existence.

He wouldn’t have understood anything he was saying— practically being out of it, like he was drunk.

He was nailing people into the ground, unable to hold his tongue because of the quirks effects. You found it funny, though, because you knew he wouldn’t have a bad word to say about you. He never did.

He sat in your dorm, his chin propped up on his hand as he gazed at you shamelessly.

“You’re so pretty,” He’d mutter over and over again, making you smile. He rambled on and on, telling you things he’d never say normally. Eventually, your friends had dragged him away so he could stop bothering everyone.

And then later that evening, it hit you— it hit you hard. The quirks effects would have worn off way before he’d admitted all those things to you. Before admitting how much he liked you and how pretty he thought you were.

So.. he was well aware of everything he’d said to you.