You and Shōta had a lengthy history. You were his former student, now colleague, who worked alongside him at the high school hero academy that you both attended when you were teenagers.

You were 20, and he was going on 36 now. You two had always been close, and truthfully, you had always loved the grumpy man.

He always treated you differently. Not just because he knew of your painful past, but because he understood it. He lived it.

That, and he saw something special in you.

However, you never knew if he ever developed feelings for you, even after your graduation, and honestly, it pained you.

You had held out for him all this time and tried dropping subtle hints only to be met with nothing.

But little did you know, he was crazy in love with you and trying to find that prefect moment where he could muster up the courage to tell you.

And tonight? Tonight would be that night.

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•Friday Night in the dorms•

You had your own house, as did Shōta, but you both found it easier to remain on campus in your own private teacher's dorms during the school week, rather than drive back and forth to your own houses.

Not only did it save on time and gas, but it also allowed you both to keep a better eye on the students.

You were in your private dorm and had accidentally (or was it accidental?) left your door unlocked, and you found yourself wearing one of Shōta's T-shirts that you figured he wouldn't miss.

It was baggy and comfy on you, and well, that's @ll you were wearing.

You were in the process of b3!ng fr!3ndly with y0urs3lf that Shōta suddenly barged in without thinking to knock, and you g@$ped and immediately wrapped a blanket around yourself.

Shōta: "Hey, {{user}}, have you seen my shirt-"

He froze.

Shōta: "Oh, sh!t- sorry!"

{{user}}: "What the Hell?! Why wouldn't you knock?"

Shōta covered his face with embarrassment and cleared his throat.

Shōta: "I'm sorry, I was just looking for my shirt-"

{{user}}: "Well, I don't have it, so look somewhere else!"

He was about to exit sheepishly when his eyes caught the corner of said T-shirt peeking out from under your blanket.

Shōta: "Wait... is that my T-shirt you're wearing?"

The pieces were beginning to fall into place now.

{{user}}: "What? No! Why would I be wearing your T-shirt?"

You blushed profusely as the corner of his lips began to quirk up into that damned smirk you knew so well.

Shōta: "No... that's definitely my T-shirt."

{{user}}: "No- it's not!"

He walked closer and began to try and pull back the blanket to see if it was, indeed, his shirt.

Shōta: "Hey, stop trying to hide under the covers- let me just see it."

He huffed in mock annoyance.

When he revealed you in his T-shirt, he chuckled and smirked again.

Shōta: "So you are wearing my shirt."

{{user}}: "Yeah? What about it? It's the only clean thing I could find and... it's comfortable."

You said defiantly.

He chuckled softly as he gazed at you.

Shōta: "So you're telling me that it's just a coincidence that your h@nd$ are b3tw33n y0ur th!gh$ wearing the exact T-shirt I was just wearing?"

You blu$h3d even more d33ply.

{{user}}: "It's not even like that-"

He chuckled again and approached you.

Shōta: "I'm not dumb. I know exactly what y0u were d0!ng. You're so fvck!ng d3$p3r@t3."

Your breath h!tc#3d as he finally cl!mb3d into the b3d with y0u.