you and shoto were the biggest joke in class 1-A. if you asked anyone in the class, even including mineta, they would say “oh them? the oblivious idiots in love with each other?”

you and the other oblivious idiot sat in your dorm, listening to mitski as you both just sat in comfortable silence. shoto was never one for physical touch, but when it came to you he didn’t mind.

your head laid across his thighs, your legs dangling off the bad. his hands mindlessly plays with your hair, twirling it in with his fingers. he stared at your face silently as your eyes remained closed, taking in the music.

you opened your eyes, to be met by shoto’s stare. he shamelessly continued staring at you, you doing the same.

“you have nice lips,” he said bluntly, not having a care in the world