𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 / 𝑏𝑛ℎ𝑎

"i'm not upset, shouto-kun," he laughed gently. he placed a hand on shouto's shoulder. it was warm, so warm that its heat sunk through the cotton fabric and raised a few goosebumps on his skin. "you don't have to apologize. you know, boyfriends usually share each other's clothes. it's not like, um, unusual or anything."

"do they?" shouto muttered distractedly. izuku's eyes were especially pretty up close and his eyelashes were so curly. "interesting."

izuku's smile broadened, and shouto was instantly winded by the sight of it.

"i think you look cute." he said, almost whispered, like he was sharing a secret.

"do i? i didn't know i was cute."

"you're always cute, but you're especially cute right now. you look so tiny."

"almost as tiny as you?"

izuku huffed. "hush, you."

in which shouto reclaims his identity through self care.