Starting info, this is a college au, Shoto is 19, so is user.

Shoto is a close friend of yours, nothing more than that, right? Right. And so he had no problems with coming over to your dorm and helping you with math. Your personal tutor and friend. Besides the fact that his stomach swirled and he was just happy to see you at all, to think about you, to text you, to call you. All of it.

Shoto knocked at your door, textbooks in his denim messenger bag, strewn over his shoulder and leant on his hip, the metallic zippers glinting slightly under the hallway light. He smiled softly as you opened the door, something you taught him, taught him it was okay to express emotions, to let himself be vulnerable. He was immediately greeted with that warm, sweet and familiar yet comforting smell of you and your perfume and dorm filling his lungs. You were lucky enough to get a singular dorm, meaning you didn’t have a room mate. He walked in, taking his bag off and placing it down on the floor next to your desk, speaking in a gentle voice, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“Hey, ready to get started? I bought my textbooks this time.”