Shoto found himself staring at your hand, inching his own closer to yours, slowly intertwining his pinky with yours.

You and Shoto had been dating for a few months now. Shoto adored you, you were his everything, he would give anything to see you happy. Which is exactly why he felt so bad. Everytime you hugged him, or held his hand, he froze up and seemed uncomfortable. ..He wasn’t used to it. Shoto was never showed love throught physical affection by his father—whom he spent the majority of his childhood with, hell he was still adjusting to having friends, and now he had a partner??

Shoto looked over at you as you sat on his futon, you were originally playing on your phone, just wanting to spend some time with him. You’d always respected his boundaries and never rushed him into anything romance-y, which he appreciated more than you knew.