prompt: a recap of Shota and (Y/n)'s romance

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word count: 960

.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

Thousands of questions had swarmed your mind. What if you didn't fit in? What if you failed your classes? What if it was too much for you to handle? What if no one liked you? What if you made no friends? What if you didn't have what it takes to become a hero? Amongst others. You had tried your best to push the doubts deep down inside.

Your fingers had drummed against the straps of your backpack as you had cautiously walked down the halls. The tall ceilings and wide rooms had made you feel small. It had been intimidating. Eventually, you had wandered around long enough to stumble across the door labeled "1-A." That door had made a wave of fear crash over you.

Nevertheless, you had persisted. You had opened the door and stepped inside, faking a sense of confidence. There had been so many different kids inside, each had looked unique in their own way. It had been fascinating to take in, perhaps a little distracting.

"You're in my seat," A boy had told you. You had looked up to see the boy who had stood before the desk you had been seated in. You had noticed his long dark and unruly hair which almost hid his equally dark and sleep-deprived eyes.

"What?" You had asked in confusion.

"The seats are assigned," He had told you plainly, a vague gesture to the chalkboard at the front of the class. The boy had an unyielding unenthusiastic expression. You had quickly stood up, realizing your mistake. Your eyes had scanned the board, looking for your own name.

"Oh," You had said, a nervous smile breaking out across your face. "I wasn't too far off, I guess." With a shrug, you had sat down in your assigned seat, the seat directly next to the boy's.

"What a coincidence," The boy had said almost sarcastically. To ease the tension, you tried to begin a casual conversation.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)," You introduced yourself with a smile. "What's your name?" The boy glanced at you after taking his seat. He then returned his gaze to his desk.

"Shota Aizawa."

Perhaps it had been destiny that you made the seat mistake. You liked to think it was. Though different in almost every way, you and Shota got along swimmingly. He was one of your best friends ever since high school. You, Shota, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo were practically inseparable. Only years later did Shota tell you the story about a conversation he had with the two boys...

"You and (L/n) seem pretty close, huh?" Shirakumo had wondered aloud aimlessly. "Did you guys hang out this summer?"

"Yeah," Shota had answered. "Why does it matter?" Shirakumo and Yamada had exchanged looks, smirks on their face.

"Because you like her!" Yamada had shouted. Shota had looked confused. Of course, he had liked you, you were good friends. He had always liked being around you and talking to you.

"Yeah, you totally wanna take her out," Shirakumo had remarked.

"Why would I want to kill her?" Shota had asked, still thoroughly confused. Shirakumo had cringed at his friend's denseness.

"No, like, you're in love with her a stuff!" Yamada had explained in his usual loud voice.

"It's not like I want to date her!" Shota had instantly defended himself. Skeptical looks had covered the faces of his companions. It had made him lose his cool for just a minute.

"I don't want to be her boyfriend!" Shota had demanded. "It's not like she's the only thing I ever think about! It's not like every time she smiles I want to kiss her! It's not like I want to hold her hand or anything! It's not like every time I open my mouth I just want to tell her I love her! O-Or anything like that... "

"Did you just stutter?" Shirakumo had questioned in shock.

"You're blushing!" Yamada had yelled with a laugh.

"Shut up!"

It had been obvious he had lied through his teeth. As a teenage boy, he was clearly in love with you. He still was. Ever since he was young he had wanted you to be his. Alas, he was terrified you hadn't felt the same. You had always felt like a ray of sun on a winter's day. The air might be cold and chilling, but the warmth of the sunlight would feel so comforting. The show on the ground would shimmer and shine brightly, and a happy feeling would fill the atmosphere.

He had it bad since day one. And it hadn't gone away like he thought it would. It had been hard for him to try and decipher how you felt about him without outright asking. He had been afraid of scaring you off with his feelings.

Your third year at UA High rolled around. Shota had worked up the nerve to tell you how he had felt. You had been shocked at his sudden confession. You had never thought he would actually feel the same. You had always assumed you had been chasing after something you'd never have. He had never expressed any interest in you like that, but you had been thrilled he felt the same.

Years later, you were still together, teaching and working as pro heroes. Regardless of how many times you insisted that Shota was your soulmate, there were those who doubted you. Of course, Yamada and Shirakumo had never been one of them. A few friends thought you might be better off with someone who was more affectionate or positive.

Their comments never bothered you. You knew they were all wrong. Shota loved you, he had just never liked PDA. Shota was happy he just hardly showed it on the outside. They didn't know him like you did, so they really didn't know what they were talking about.

Needless to say, they were pleasantly surprised to receive the wedding invitations.