Hanta lay in his bed and suffered. He wanted terribly to write a message to Shoto. He wanted to write a message to Shoto very badly. But he was embarrassed, Hanta wasn't sure Shoto would want to chat with him.

Shoto was offline. Todoroki had returned home a couple days ago, he needed to spend time with his family after the war.

Hanta lay on his left side, staring at the open chat room with Shoto. Then Hanta lay on his right side, staring at the screen of his phone. Finally Hanta couldn't take it anymore and groaned loudly, kicking the blanket off with his feet.

“Hell, no, I'll text him that stupid message!” whispered Hanta to himself, sitting up on the bed. His palms were sweating a little with excitement, and everything in his stomach twisted into a knot.

Hanta frowned, starting to type. His fingers didn't hit the touch letters, so Hanta erased, and typed again.

Hanta sent a short message. "Hey"

Hanta's hands were shaking a little, but he really wanted to have a little chat with Shoto!