BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

TokoShoji | Heart

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Yet another RarePair™~!
Suggested by; Waldow101
~Enjoy~

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Mezo has never been more confused.

With low self-esteem like his own, it's never of habit for him to wake up and check himself in the mirror... he knows it's always the same old, and it's always been the 'blind hand-brushing' through his hair and the mask over his mouth. The least he cares about are his eyes.

He's begun to get stared at more than normal. It heightens his anxiety, and he immediately brings himself to think that it's his standout-physique.
Until finally, savior Ochaco steps up to him and points something awfully noticeable.

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"Shoji-kun! Shoji-kun!"
He slows down on his tracks and turns slowly, arching attentive eyebrows even though they couldn't be seen. 
"Uraraka-san," he greets.
She then cutely pokes at her own cheekbone with a perked finger and smiles up at him with wandering eyes.
"I like the heart!" She chirps confidently and genuinely, "you're great at drawing hearts!"

He's baffled in confusion. 

"Sorry?"
"The red heart on your face!"
"O-Oh." He pretends to know what the girl is speaking of, "right...! Uh... yeah, I for...got it's there." He claimed, "thank you...! Your comment is very kind...!"
"No problem! Just thought I'd make you smile," she chirped sweetly.

When he'd moved to the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror, his eyes widen.
A small, but extremely noticeable red heart is painted on his cheekbone.
He wonders how it got there. He surely hasn't drawn that there...

He rubs it off and continues on through his day.

But it's become a bizarre pattern.
His deepest concerns are the fact that whoever is drawing the hearts on his face are; one, breaking into his dorm, somehow. And two, seeing him sleep without his mask. 
He tries everything. He barricades his doors. He locks the veranda door. And even covers his face as he sleeps to prevent it.

But it always somehow ends up on his skin... either his arms, shoulders, or mostly, his face.

It goes for a full month.
A month of the paranoia. A month of the confusion, a month of the hearts...

Until finally, he decides to set his phone up to record the room during the night.

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'Dark Shadow...?'

'Why...- what...?'

He's staring at the footage with confusion building up from all sources. 
He watched multiple times as the shadow crept into his room and drew on his skin before leaving with a wide smile. He wonders if Fumikage knows of this.

By afternoon, he'd already made his way towards Fumikage to speak of the situation. 

"Hello... may I talk to you?"
"Of course, of course."

He's already acting differently, and the smile is never fading. It's a good look on Fumikage, Mezo likes the sight.

"I, uh..." his words trail off as he finds Fumikage staring at, not his eyes, but the heart drawn on his cheekbone. "Yeah, that...- that's what I want to talk about,-"

"It suits you."
He's at a loss for words.
"Huh-?"
"I hope I didn't startle you too badly with the plan... I assure you, it was just a harmless little message." 
"Y-Yeah--? But... what's the meaning?"

Fumikage stood there, smiling at Mezo as if he would get the message.

"That afternoon, when the girls had brought relationships and who they saw getting into relationships... that surely harmless little game they played," he claimed, "you said you didn't see anyone falling in love with you, or finding you attractive..." he recalled, "so... I just ask Dark Shadow to help me get a point across..."

Fumikage then finally stands up, but proceeds to lift himself up on his tip-toes. His hand is gentle as it lands on Mezo's jawline, and in the blink of an eye, Mezo feels a soft... peck, is what he'll call it. 

"A lot of people find you attractive... and in my opinion, you're quite lovely," Fumikage says, his voice calm and smooth.

Of course, Fumikage walked away. Mezo was left as confused as ever... yet some of it faded a bit.
Time had stopped for Mezo as Fumikage left the room. Once it returns... his heart thumps harshly against his ribcage. It's startling enough to have one of his hands clutch over it, while it raced so unnecessarily fast. 
His mind's chasing after an answer that's laid right in front of him.

Maybe someone does like him.

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<A mini short story for ya--><Part 1/1>