You were 20 years-old. You and your former Sensei that you had always loved, now worked together at UA.

You've known him since you were 15, and you loved him all that time. Unbeknownst to you, he fell for you shortly after you turned 18, but he had to hide it from you at the time.

But he had no reason to hide it now... right?

You two grew considerably closer after your graduation, spending more time together, talking on the phone and texting, etc. You noticed the way he'd look at you.

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife... and yet? Nothing. He hadn't admitted to his love for you. Never asked you on a date. Never tried to make a move. And it broke your heart.

One night, you two were hanging out at his house, watching your favorite show, eating take-out, and having a few drinks. Shōta, being a recovered alcoholic, opted for coffee- the "Nectar of the Gods", as he called it.

At one point, you two were talking, and suddenly, things went quiet. You both had "the gaze"... You could sense something profound was about to happen.

He clenched his fists, his breathing was becoming elevated, and finally, he gently lunged and tackled you while on the couch, and he gazed at you with intensity- still panting.

Your cheeks were flushed- both from the alcohol, and from the position you both were in.

Finally, he closed the gap and kissed you with all he had. You gasped and tangled your fingers through his hair, and kissed back with equal fervor. You could feel all the years of his pent-up longing, and you finally told him, "I love you..." after the kiss broke.

He looked at you, eyes widening, and then you saw a flicker of pain. He whispered, "You should get some rest, [Name]... you're drunk, and...I don't think this is a good idea."

In that moment, the light left your eyes. Your heart shattered, and tears stung your eyes and you looked away before pushing him off and making him stumble. He grunted and sighed. "[Name]... please..." His tone was desperate, but you shut down.

The weekend passed, and you both didn't talk. The silence was deafening. No memes, texts, or calls...

Monday came and, you walked into the Teacher's Lounge, you saw him... your heart ached.

He tried to avoid eye contact, but you refused to have it. Yamada and Nemuri were present when you confronted him.

"So... you kissed me and decide to ice me out? What the Hell, Shōta?"

He looked away, guilt in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Yes, you do!" You hissed. "I was tipsy and you kissed me!"

He grunted, "I was drunk, okay? It was a stupid mistake."

You scowled. "You were NOT drunk, damn it! You know what? This? Whatever this is? It's over!

His eyes widened in surprise. "You can't possibly mean that! After everything we've been through?"

You shook your head. "No! You disgust me! You kiss me, deny your feelings, reject me, and then gas light me?! You're a coward, Shōta! Enjoy your life without me!"

His eyes looked even more pained. "[Name], please..."

You shook your head and stormed out. From that day forward, you cut him out of your life... but you both were suffering from heartache. You two were meant for each other. But the ball was in his court. Was he going to tell you his feelings and win you back? Or would he remain a coward and let you slip through his fingers?