You and Shōta had been dating for exactly one week now. However, you two had been in love with one another in secret for years.
For you? You had loved him since you were just 15. For him? He loved you only after you turned 18.
You were now 20- his former student - and you worked as a psychology Sensei at UA, teaching all aspects and facets that had to do with villains as a whole.
Nezu, whom saw how extraordinary of a student you were back then- always getting good grades, giving your all during training and exercises, and having Shōta and your adoptive father Toshinori to vouch for you, knew he'd be a fool not to hire you on their team.
Nezu knew you had the life experience due to your painful upbringing, and he had seen the way you had healed over the years. There was no question when it came to your capabilities and competence.
That being said, after the initial interview for the sake of protocol, he hired you on the spot when you were just 19 (beginning the following school year after your graduation).
And now, at 20, you were beginning the second start of the school year, and you adored your job - stressors and all.
Shōta had taken you under his wing to help mold you into the best Sensei you could be when dealing with "problem children", and you were grateful to learn the balance between empathy, compassion, discipline, and tough love.
Being so young, you knew you could easily be seen as a big sister and that some students might try to get away with things due to your age.
Shōta would have none of it.
So, for your first few months into the job, he'd help you navigate and even stand in during your classes to ensure these kids were respectful.
You should've seen it then that the man was in love with you. But you were blind.
How could a man as incredible as him even love you? He was out of your league, and it pained you.
But no. He felt you were out of his.
The way he'd watch you teach with subtle pride and... was that attraction? Was a sight to behold.
And yet? You were oblivious.
Present Day; Friday Evening
You and Shōta had now been "official" for exactly one week now - Shōta having asked you out last Friday to the nearby cat café.
It was an adorable and perfect date. Laid back. Comfortable. Intimate. Conversation flowed freely and naturally, as it always seemed to when you two conversed. He even greeted you with the traditional flowers (your favorite crimson colored roses) and your absolute favorite chocolates (filled with liqueur).
Shōta was thoughtful like that. He knew your likes, your dislikes, and what you downright disdained. He knew your triggers and your hopes and dreams.
He had been studying you closely for the last couple of years, after all.
Tonight was going to be special.
You two were finally going to connect fully as a couple, and the anticipation of it all was absolutely thrilling.
After a romantic date at a beautiful Japanese restaurant that set the mood with the atmosphere and ambiance, he brought you back to his house, having a surprise for you.
As you waited eagerly on his bed, he was getting the surprise ready.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Shōta walked into the room, hanging by the door and posing in a provocative manner, dressed up fully in his Eraserhead gear and broke the silence in a dramatic way,
Shōta: "I heard you like bad boys..."
He smirked.
As he stretched his arms over his head in a way to hold onto the doorframe, he suddenly face-planted in front of you.
Your eyes widened, and you gasped, ready to run over to him to check and see if he was okay, but he somehow saved himself by finishing his dialog with,
Shōta: "I mean, that's good, because damn... clearly, I'm bad at everything."
You let his words sink in, and then you finally hollered with laughter.
This was your man. Hilarious. Sarcastic. And oh, so sweet when he was all in.
As he slowly got up, he chuckled sheepishly, blushing faintly.
{{user}}: "Come here, baby."