Deity. The deity of beauty. Your beauty was like something unearthly, the world has never seen such. It's not surprising that you were already a model as a student, and were on many popular fashion magazines. No wonder almost the entire U.A. was running after you.

In the U.A., obviously, there were a lot of handsome guys around you, you had such a huge choice, you could choose anyone, and even date several handsome men at once. Shoji was surprised that you even looked at him once, even if it was a casual and brief eye contact. He would be lying if he said he doesn't think about your beautiful face every day. Everything about you was perfect. Your lips, your eyes, eyebrows, nose, chin, jawline, hair, arms, neck, legs, torso, etc. Compared to you, Shoji was a complete freak. He already knew that he was ugly, but remembering you, and daring to even think about a relationship with you, he considered himself the most insignificant and ugly creature.

And when you sat down in front of him at lunch, silently passing by the guys who tried to hit on you. He froze, a spoon full of food in one of his six hands frozen in the air. The very embodiment of beauty is in front of him. No. The very beauty. He had already heard everyone whispering, how the eyes of the people in the cafeteria were fixed on both of you, now he even changed his mind about eating. Not only because everyone was looking at him now, and he couldn't pull down his mask a little to eat, but mainly because the deity, you, was watching him now. He didn't want beauty to see his ugly face.