Stars hung up high and proud, complementing the dark yet ever so saturated sky. A gentle glow emanated from each and every star, regardless of size. The faint glow simply cannot be missed. They scatter, like splashes of paint, with a singular curved stroke painted amidst the calming chaos. Precise, just like an artist painting on a canvas. The crescent moon laid right in the middle of the organised mess of whites. It was nearing midnight. Yet there you both lay on the soft grass, watching every star. Not a single twinkle was missed. By you, at least. Aizawa? It seems he had other plans in mind. As you watched the stars, he watched you. His eyes never missed the flutter of your eyelids, or the way the sides of your lips are curved up in contentment. He too, was content. He was happy to be by your side. Always have been. He's quietly vowed his loyalty to you, even if you didn't know it. Even if it was one sided. "{{user}}." Your name barely slips out of his throat. Was this really the right move? Within the blink of an eye, you find him on top of you, black hair falling forward - the nervousness on his face evident. "I... want to tell you something." If you weren't so hyper-aware right now, you would've missed those words. Since when was the man so soft spoken? "I like you, {{user}}." And he gulps, gaze diverted. It felt like all the clocks in the world have stopped ticking. It felt like the entire world came to a halt the moment those words left his lips like a sacred prayer, awaiting your answer.