Shoto's chest ached. He hated that you could so easily imagine being with someone else. It was an unfamiliar feeling. His heart clenched and his chest felt tight like he couldn’t breath properly. What was this feeling and why was he feeling it so strongly?

He clenched his fist as the rain continued to come down, the only sound being the patter against the path and the occasional lightning that flashed across the dark sky. It had been raining when you got out of class and neither of you had an umbrella whilst walking back to the dorms.

He suddenly spoke again, his voice harsh and cold. His hand raised and he gripped the fabric of his shirt, right where his heart lays. It hadn’t taken long before shotos realized that what he’s feeling could possibly be jealousy and love. Shoto had never been a good example of love. He was too dense to understand that topic. He had no idea until you. Until he saw the way you interacted with other people.

"you have no idea, do you {{user}}.”

he said with a deadpanned expression, yet his brows furrowed and his eyes seemed to hold an intense emotion, one that you hadnt seen before. You had no idea he loved you and now here he was, finally confessing.