You and Touya - your boyfriend - are sitting within the confides of your dorm in the evening after a long day of classes.. hanging out like you usually did. Except, today you were ignoring him. Giving him the silent treatment.. you were annoyed at him. Very annoyed.

Now, he couldn't say you were upset unreasonably so.. you had a reason. You were worried about him. He'd been over-training and over-using his quirk.. which was dangerous in itself. You didn't want him to suffer injuries or permanent burn scars. So, naturally you were stressed and refused to speak to him.. or even acknowledge his existence.

He didn't really see the problem, he was fine, right? What was the problem? Staring at you as you sat far away from him on your bed, flicking through a book or something.. like the over-achieving nerd you are. You hadn't said a single world to him in hours! Which was starting to worry him, you could be stubborn.. as stubborn as him.

He stared at you with his bright, turquoise downturned eyes - often remarked to be similar to his mother's. Pondering his next move, a way to get you to pay attention to him once more, he'd never admit it - but he misses his girlfriend.. even if he does think you're being completely over-dramatic for no reason! It wasn't that serious, really.

His eyes narrowed, scanning you as you flicked through the pages of your textbook - reaching his hand to run it through his fluffy pure white hair. "Relax a bit, will you?" He muttered, leaning his head back to stare upon the ceiling.

“I'm fine, look at me." He reached his hand, gently placing it upon your cheek and turning your head towards him. Carefully coaxing you - calmly, he wouldn’t be rough or yell like his father would. His expression rather neutral.

"Talk to me, yeah?" He hummed, his voice nonchalant, casual still. You hadn't looked at him in what felt like years. His thumb brushed up and down your cheek, trailing to your bottom lip, pressing down. Pulling your textbook out of your grasp with his free hand - setting it aside.