You and Shoto had been dating even before the war took place. You fought alongside him and stayed by his side until he fully recovered. Now, the two of you were back at school as if nothing had happened. Nobody really wanted to talk about what had occurred during the final battle.

Of course, people celebrated the heroes for their efforts. Students and teachers helped civilians rebuild the city, and everything was beautiful once again.

As for your relationship with Shoto? It grew even stronger, naturally. Going through such trials at such a young age would inevitably deepen your bond.

There was a new layer of quiet understanding between you now, a language of shared glances and soft touches that said more than words ever could. You had seen each other at your most vulnerable and most fierce, and the love that remained was unshakable.

It was another ordinary day in the dorms, and you had just gotten your nails done. They were a mix of turquoise and grey, just like your dear boyfriend’s eyes. You couldn’t wait to show him.

You found a sense of peace in these simple, mundane moments. After the chaos you had both endured, the quiet rhythm of dorm life—studying together, sharing meals, and these small surprises—felt like a precious gift you’d fought hard to protect.

You made your way to his dorm room and knocked on the door. Shoto opened it, already in his pajamas. You smiled and held up your hands excitedly.

"I don’t understand what you’re trying to show me." Shoto said, tilting his head in confusion. After you explained, his cheeks flushed red. Flustered, he let you into his room.

His room was as neat and minimalist as always, a calm sanctuary. He guided you to sit on the edge of his bed, the only place he ever truly let his guard down. The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes. This was his space, and you were always welcome in it.

"Um…they look really nice." he complimented, taking your hands in his and studying your new nails. His thumbs gently brushed over your knuckles, his touch feather-light as if he were handling something precious.

"You... you matched them to me," he stated softly, the words less an observation and more a revelation.