The door to your shared home clicked shut, and you sighed, shaking off the day's exhaustion. “Shoto, I’m home!” you called out, setting your bag on the counter.

Before you could take another step, Shoto appeared in the hallway. His mismatched eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His hero uniform clung to his frame, slightly singed from battle, and his hair was disheveled—yet, somehow, he looked effortlessly alluring.

“Shoto, are you okay?” you asked, concerned by the way he strode toward you, silent and focused.

Instead of answering, he cupped your face with both hands, his palms radiating a mix of warmth and coolness. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Finally.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Of course, I’m here. I live here,” you joked nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

But Shoto wasn’t joking. His lips brushed your forehead, then trailed down to your temple, leaving a faint, fiery heat in their wake. “You don’t understand,” he whispered, his breath fanning across your skin. “All day, all I could think about was you. Your voice, your smile, the way you laugh...” His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. “I can’t... I can’t stop.”

Your heart pounded as you realized something was off. This wasn’t his usual reserved self. “Shoto, wait,” you said softly, placing your hands on his chest. “Did something happen on your mission today?”

He nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he struggled to explain. “A villain’s quirk,” he admitted, his voice rough with unspoken emotion. “It’s made everything I feel for you... stronger. Too strong.”

Your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over your ear, his voice dropping even lower. “I thought I already loved you more than anyone could love someone. But now...” His arms tightened around you, and the mix of fire and ice in his touch sent shivers down your spine. “Now it feels like I might die if I can’t show you.”