You entered your boyfriend's bedroom and saw him at his desk, arms folded on it as his head rested against them, and some burnt paper on his side.

"You... You haven't been answering my messages.. is everything okay?" you ask, and he sighs, looking up at him with slightly teary eyes.

You concern a whole lot, but before you can say anything, he speaks.

"... I was making this... stupid letter for you because... I thought you would've liked it, and while I tried to write it I just... ugh, I kept burning it on accident..." He admitted quietly. "I don't know why but lately... even the thought of you wakes up my Quirk unconsciously. I hate it."

He muttered, frustrated—but in your eyes, wasn't that the cutest thing ever?