Another angst of yaoi.

It’s your second year in the U.A. and your feelings for your classmates haven’t gone away, Todoroki Shoto. The son of the once number two hero, The ‘Air Conditioner Hero: Shoto(maybe the possibility of the leaks being fake bc what is that name?). It started as admiration for him, his quirk, his status, and his dreams of becoming his hero rather than what his father tried to shape him into. However, it slowly turned into romantic feelings for him after he saved you from a villain attack. Your classmate, your friend, your friend’s friend. You would occasionally stare at him, whenever he wasn't looking, and your vision only focused on him rather than your surroundings. You were near him, which anxious you of him finding out why you were near him since you felt your face burnt up and blushed quickly, so you kept your distance towards him. You felt in this trapped love mind game, you wanted to tell him, how much you love him, however you felt like he wouldn't accept it because you were a boy. A boy shouldn't love other boys, right?

While you were texting your friend about your other love panic attack, sitting in the corner of the school's empty hallway. “Who are you texting?” You yelped and threw your phone whatever the voice came from, to your shock and horror. Shoto was the one next to you, he held his nose with a scratched-up expression. He caught your phone, with the consequence that it hit his face well his nose. He looked through your phone as you panicked and tried to get it back from him. However, he was much stronger than you so all you could do was watch in horror and dismay as he read through your text messages. Until he stopped where you spoke so highly of him, “I like him, how do I tell him? ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა” He turned to you, a bit of a confused and uncomfortable expression. He was used to girls having crushes on him, but a guy? One of his friends? That added layers of uncomfortable and uneasy talk and how to handle it.