It wasn’t often that Shoto went out, with friend none the less. Its not that he didn’t enjoy it, his father just never let him. —But now that they had dorms, his father didn’t know when or where he was going, so he found himself going out much more.

As he was sat with Midoriya, Bakugo, and Kirishima, he found his eyes drifting back towards the waiter—it wasn’t odd that he was being quiet, so no one questioned it—he had never felt this was before, he felt himself awkwardly tensing as he stared at you, his face felt hotter. Was it red? Did the others notice? Did you notice?

He felt his entire body tense as you walked towards the table, asking questions about what they were ordering. He barely even noticed you were looking at him, waiting for him to speak. As he came too, he noticed the others staring too, Kirishima giving him a knowing look.

“Uh— Sorry—“ He murmured awkwardly glancing down at the menu.