You never knew Hitoshi would be this clingy.

When you first met him, he seemed aloof. Cold. The kind of person who preferred the back wall and silence over small talk. You figured dating him would be… calm. Low maintenance.

You were wrong.

In private, he was basically a clingy cat in a human body. If he could be touching you, he would be. An arm around your waist. Chin on your shoulder. Fingers hooked into your sleeve. He hated PDA, but even then he’d sneak quick kisses to your cheek when no one was looking, or brush his hand against yours like it was accidental.

Tonight, though, he was worse.

Probably because you’d been paired with Todoroki for training this month. And unfortunately, that meant you’d spent most of the day talking to him.

It wasn’t your fault, but still.

Now, you’re sitting on your bed in the 1-A dorm, halfway through a worksheet, when your door opens without a knock. You can already guess that it was Hitoshi from how frequent he visits you.

The door clicks shut behind him, and before you can even greet him properly, his arms wrap around you from behind—tight.

“Had fun today?” he asks quietly, chin resting on your shoulder.

Then, quieter, almost sulky, “...You didn’t text me much today. And we didn't get to eat together at lunch.”

You turn slightly to look at him, and he avoids eye contact, staring at your collar instead. His ears are faintly red.

"Replacing me already?" He cuts himself off and buries his face back into your neck, arms squeezing you tighter. He knows it was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but to feel jealous from how good you and Shoto looked together.