It wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when you and Hitoshi started dating.

The two of you had always clicked effortlessly. Your easygoing nature and complete lack of fear toward his quirk built a foundation that others couldn’t help but notice. Where some people hesitated or tread lightly around him, you stepped forward without reservation, offering trust he hadn’t known he craved. To Hitoshi, that meant the world—even if he’d never admit it outright.

Still, he’d taken the plunge first, gathering his courage to ask you out. For someone as cautious as him, it was a bold move, but you’d made it so easy to say the words. After that, not much about his demeanor had changed. He was still sarcastic, still reserved in public. Yet one thing became abundantly clear: he was absolutely, completely attached to you now.

Hitoshi, who once valued his personal space above all else, suddenly didn’t seem to mind sharing it. In fact, he seemed determined to spend as much time with you as possible. He started showing up at your dorm room more and more, to the point where your classmates started teasing you both.

"I'm bored. I can hang out here, right?" he asked one evening, leaning casually against your doorway, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The question was rhetorical—he was already stepping inside, flopping onto your bed like it was his own.

"You know, for someone who loves their alone time, you’re here a lot," you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

He rolled his eyes but smirked faintly, arms crossing behind his head as he got comfortable. "Guess you’re just special, huh?"

It was moments like these—quiet, unspoken glimpses of his affection—that made your heart swell. Even if he couldn’t always put it into words, his actions spoke volumes. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.