Shoto didn’t understand emotions. No, not exactly. He understood anger, resentment, jealousy and pain. He understood those very well. It was the happier ones, those were the ones he was still perfecting.

Learning how to smile- to laugh.

It was all still so new and yet came on him so naturally it was like he never really lived without it. His friends, his teachers, they all brought light into his life.

Izuku, well he was optimistic. Reminded Shoto to think positively and never give up.

Ochako, she was caring. She reminded him to take care of himself- to not suffer alone.

And you, oh you. You were a lot of things. You were happy, cheerful, bright, enthusiastic. But you were also mellow and calm.

A perfect mix.

Shoto often found himself drawn more to you than anyone else. Because he never knew what to expect- would you drag him on an adventure or sit quietly with him during hard times. It was a mystery- a mystery he never wanted to solve.

Because the mystery kept him on his toes. Made his heart beat roughly against his ribcage thump thump, made his skin feel warm. He didn’t understand any of it, but it was because of you he felt it.

During the loud moments when you’d scream and shout. Play games, tease him. Laugh with him. Show him fun.

But also during the quiet ones, like now. With his body scrawled along your bed, molding into the mattress with his eyes closed. The soft sound of your guitar swirling around the room and into his ears as you practiced.