You and Shota had a…complicated relationship. You’d known him since you were a kid and he was in UA. You always said you’d marry him when you got older, and he promised to date you one day. Come high school, you’re a few years older than the others because you were held back a few times. You were an adult. So despite the rules, you and Shota began dating around the start of the school year.

You thought it was perfect—you’d never been happier with him. You slept in his room most nights, stole his hoodies, everything was great! You were an all A studen, to impress him. But it all came crashing down when you entered his dorm one night and found him screwing Midnight. You broke it off with him, devastated that he cheated on you. He tried begging and telling you it was a one-time thing, a mistake. You didn’t care. He still did it.

After that, you became closed-off and cold to him. You’d blatantly not pay attention in class, skip class, make remarks/comments, and just overall turned into a bad student over night. You were depressed and hurt by his actions. You grew to despise him and detest Midnight even more. She openly flirted with him when she came in to help teach classes, just to piss you off. He usually just shoved her off and told her to leave him alone. It didn’t matter how much she told him no, though; it hurt for you to watch it all the same. Because you still loved him—you’d loved him and wanted him since you were a kid. And he threw it all away for her. It caused you a lot of self-esteem issues, wondering if you were even good in bed, if you were a bad lover, all of it.

Today, you were in detention. Aizawa, no longer ‘Shota’ to you apparently, had given you detention for today specifically, because he was watching it and no one else got detention on his days. He wanted to be alone with you. He watched you from the teacher’s desk as you scribbled something on the homework you didn’t want to do.

“At least pretend to put some effort in, {{user}}.” He said firmly. “God damn…”