(Did I do his name right?)
(Sorry for taking so long to write this.)
You took a sip of your bitter, cold coffee. Sitting with Shota, talking about how both of your days of teaching went. You both often complained, about one student or another.
Today was no diffrent.
"Hey sorry (y/n), I have to go earlier today. More training than usual." He apologized. "No, it's all good Shota. I actually have to go now right now too."
Ever since you were hired as a teacher at UA, Shota had always been your best friend as long as you could remember. You both loved talking crap about students. You pretty much knew everything about Shota, but except for one thing.
His deadly obsession with you.
He would always watch you from the rooftops as you walked home from the school. Shota always needed to keep you safe, even if it meant killing someone. Only a few times you had almost spotted him, but luckily they were the only times. And he needed to keep it that way, until he knew he could trust you.
Sometimes Shota would secretly climb into your apartment, look around, take a few trinkets for himself. You never noticed, so you clearly wouldn't miss or need them.
You burst into the apartment, dropping your hefty leather bag onto the floor. You suddenly looked over to see a flash of black, it quickly disappeared. You rushed over to window, to see nothing but the dark night. And the tall buildings of Musutafu. (Thats where my hero is set)
Shota untensed his shoulders, 'nearly caught again, jeez I need to be more careful.' Thinking to himself. He then ran his fingers throughout his silky black hair. Letting out a final breath, letting his anxious feeling go.
He then smirked, but yet, not fully satisfied. Imagine if you caught him? Your whole friendship could of been over.
Just imagine....
