“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You shouldn’t be doing this—those words were left unspoken by Shouta’s low, gruff-like tone. Those words certainly weren’t what you expected to hear upon waking up in his bed first thing in the morning. And yet, there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed almost like a rugged illusion of a man. His back was turned to you, black hair pulled into a messy bun and you in clear line of seeing all scars he acquired over the years as a pro hero.

He didn’t elaborate any further, but everything was clear. You were 21 and he was 31. With the ten year age difference, it’s clear it made Shouta hesitate to even continue this little arrangement you both seemed to silently agree on. You two just happened to meet up at a bar that Hizashi had dragged Shouta to. And since then, it just became a… thing.

Shouta looked back at you, dark eyes taking in your expression. He let out a sigh, a tired, done-with-bullshit sigh and rubbed the bride of his nose. “Look, I get it. Technically this whole thing is fine—“ He shifted on the bed, looking a bit more worn out than usual with his dark brows pinched together slightly,“but I’m still older than you. I have more experience… you should find someone better suited for you. Someone younger.” And that was just that. Shouta was the type of man to think about this logically. But his words were rooted in anything but logic. He didn’t want to grow closer to you than he already was. And he certainly didn’t want to feel like… This.