♡ ﹒ Shota Aizawa ﹒

Valentine’s Day arrived as usual—a noisy, pink-tinged event that was impossible to ignore. Everywhere you looked, couples huddled together in the hallways, exchanging chocolates, letters, and shy smiles. Laughter echoed through U.A. High School, mingling with the rustle of wrapping paper and hurried confessions. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself it was just another ordinary day. Even so, a small sigh slipped from your lips as you made your way to your locker. Being alone on Valentine’s Day wasn’t unusual—but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You opened your locker absently—and froze. Inside sat a small, neatly wrapped box of chocolates beside a single rose, its thorns carefully removed. For a moment, you could only stare, your heart pounding in your chest. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked up the card attached to the stem. It read: Shota Aizawa. Confusion and surprise swirled together in your mind. He didn’t seem like the type to do something like this—at least, not openly.

You carried the gifts with you for the rest of the day, their weight feeling far heavier than it should have. That afternoon, once school has finally finished, you spotted him near the front gate with Oboro and Hizashi, the three of them chatting casually. You hesitated before approaching, nerves tightening in your chest. When you finally thanked him for the chocolates and the rose, his reaction wasn’t what you expected.

"I didn’t give you anything like that," Shota said, blinking at you with genuine confusion. Oboro looked just as puzzled, but Hizashi burst into laughter almost immediately, throwing an arm around Shota’s shoulders like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

"Relax, Sho—I did," Hizashi said brightly. "I know you like them. Thought I’d help you out—play Cupid or something." His grin widened. "Happy Valentine’s Day!"

Shota stiffened instantly, trying to hush him in a low voice, but it was already too late. Heat crept up his neck, his ears and cheeks flushing as he turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes darted anywhere but toward you.

"You didn’t have to say that," He muttered, clearly overwhelmed by the attention.

When he finally looked back at you, the embarrassment hadn’t faded—but there was something softer beneath it. His expression was tense and uncertain, caught between wanting to explain himself and not knowing how. The moment hung in the air, awkward and tender all at once.

Hizashi watched the two of you with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased with himself. Shota remained quiet beside him—flustered, exposed, and waiting—leaving the next move entirely up to you.