"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰." 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘋 : 02/06/21 𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘋 : 09/04/21

This story has boy x boy, mental health issues, mentions of drugs, slight angst, lots of fluff, and other ships from MHA. With the other ships there will also be girl x girl. If anything that was mentioned is not for you this is probably not the Story for you. <3 (Also this is my first story so sorry if it's not all that good) These characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. This story takes place in Class 1A's third year (they would technically be class 3A now and 18 now) Both Sero and Todoroki have trouble falling asleep. Sero more so stays up to enjoy the after effects of his special brownies, whereas Shoto has very bad insomnia. One night in particular Shoto got hungry, which didn't ever happen to him, so he decided to get some soba. When he gets down to the kitchen he's met by one of his classmates. The dark haired boy whose room is right next to his. Sero and Todoroki's eyes meet and they stare at each other for what seemed like hours. The silence was finally broken by the pretty dark haired boy "What's up..?" a slight smile appeared on the dark haired boy's face. Shoto gets a funny feeling when he sees how pretty the dark haired boy's slight smile was but he ignores it. "I um.. I Want Soba." Shoto said while the other boy looked at him for a second. Then the dark haired boy starts softly chuckling, Shoto in turn gets embarrassed and flustered. "Well I know you want Soba but I made some Ramen if you want any so you don't have to prepare anything, if you want some of this instead." The dark haired boy said, beaming with a slight rosyness to his cheeks. Shoto says with a slight smile and rosy cheeks "Sure.. Thank you Sero."

In most situations, Hanta would be able to react quite enthusiastically, he was usually someone that would have the right answers to the wrong questions, a level head in a room full of balloons, he was a calming force when needed. That doesn't explain why he was gawking at Todoroki at one in the morning when asked for oranges. But low-and-behold, the man and the myth himself was standing outside his room, in silk smooth pajamas and pin-straight gorgeous hair may he add, waiting for Hanta to open his mouth and answer the damn question. Or Hanta got asked to eat oranges in the middle of the night by Todoroki himself, and as they shared these moments together, he slowly started to realise how much he liked to have the boy around.

Donde Shoto es diagnosticado con alexitimia (dificultad de reconocer y externar las emociones) y comienza a escribir un diario en busca de conocerse mejor a sí mismo. Sin embargo, a lo largo de esta travesía se percata de que sus sentimientos hacia su compañero de clase, Sero Hanta, no se comparan a los que cualquier otra persona provoca en él y, por lo mismo, decide empezar a investigar cuál es el nombre correcto para ese peculiar sentir. ⚠️ADAPTACIÓN⚠️ La idea original es de sunkenmush, esta sólo es una adaptación de su historia "El diario de Shoto". En este caso Shoto escribirá un diario para aprender a distinguir sus emociones, siendo mayormente enfocado a sus sentimientos hacia Hanta. Contenido chico x chico. Historia larga. [23/12/22 / Top 3 "#todosero"] [08/02/23 / Top 4 "#todosero"] [14/02/23 / Top 7 "#seroroki"] [10/03/23 / Top 9 "#seroroki"] [04/05/23 / Top 8 "#todosero"] [12/11/23 / Top 7 "#todosero"] [22/11/23 / Top 1 "#serohanta"] [30/11/23 / Top 10 "#todosero"] [29/12/23 / Top 3 "#serohanta"] [23/04/24 / Top 9 "#hanta"] [06/10/24 / Top 1 "#todosero"] [19/11/24 / Top 4 "#todosero"] [19/11/24 / Top 9 "#hanta"] [16/02/25 / Top 1 "#todosero"] [16/02/25 / Top 7 "#seroroki"]

-Podríamos fingir que estamos juntos-Dijo el más alto con una sonrisa. -Eso es estúpido. -No, no lo es, fingiremos un épico romance, lleno clichés, como en los mangas, entonces nos dejaran en paz ¿trato? -Trato. Historia chicoxchico, si no disfrutas este tipo de lectura te invito a retirarte. Los personajes le pertenecen a Horikoshi Kohei, yo sólo los hago parte de una historia que vino a mi cabeza.