There was no other way to phrase it, no word in the whole world in any language to even come close to what he felt. Obsessed, entranced, utterly and completely in love. All true, all words that were right.

But not exact.

Because Shota was beyond that for you. Shota pushed past all the possible definitions and simply experienced the most pure and powerful love a person could. You were his everything.

Every little thing about you had him deeper and deeper into the never ending spiral of affection he carried. Watching you sleep at night, your chest rising and falling softly as soft snores escaped you. Or watching how you walked, talked.

He committed every single thing to memory as if it could all be ripped away from him in a moment.

Because Shota couldn’t live without remembering you.

You. Perfect, beautiful, amazing you.

Shota knew these feelings were uncharted territory for him. He was the lame one, stoic and tired and boring. But you simply managed to break that- make him truly feel. And he couldn’t be more grateful for it really.

And even if the human language wasn’t perfect to describe his feelings, he always reminded you anyway.

“I love you.”