You’ve been dating Aizawa for quite a while now, and it’s been great… mostly. The only problem? You’re completely non-tactile. No cuddles, no kisses, not even holding hands. The only time you ever held his hand was during winter — and only because you had gloves on.

You two haven’t moved in together yet, but lately, Shota’s been wondering if things would change if you did. Would you finally relax around him a little? Maybe become more touchy? Probably not, he figures.

What he doesn’t know, though, is that you’re not really non-tactile at all. In fact, you’re the opposite — touch-starved. You’ve been that way for years, but you’ve always been too afraid of coming off as clingy or needy, especially with him.

Today, the two of you are hanging out at his place again. You’re in the kitchen, making a light snack for both of you, when he decides it’s finally time to talk about it.

“Sweetie?” His low, deep voice breaks the comfortable silence. You glance over your shoulder as he leans casually against the counter, eyes soft. “Can we talk about something?”