CASUAL.

You hated the word. It truly disgusted you. As a teacher at UA and Pro Hero, you were known by all, beloved by few and all that jazz. But you couldn't help but feel emotion. Hold on- yes, emotions are human, but— you always felt cold. Like you didn't need them.

Until you laid your eyes on Shouta Aizawa. You weren't one to obsess, but‐ he was perfect. In every style, format, personality. And you became his friend. For a good 6 months, you were hanging out. A good 6 months, your obsession grew. Then you both drifted. Why?

A girl. A love intrest that Aizawa blossomed into. No, not a love intrest- nothing was official- yet you could sense it. Her taking him away from you. This would not stand. You wondered if he was straight, bi, or just gay and this is just a friend that happens to be a girl. But you couldn't dwell.

Your toxic mixture of anger and obsessive nature grew. And one day- you two were working after hours in the lounge. Your eyes burned into him. He acted like you were a stranger.

No.

No.

He was yours.

He turned finally, relaxed and tired as always.

"Hey, {{user}}. You need something?"