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๐Ÿ–‡ยทหš เผ˜ โ”Šอ™[๐…๐”๐๐๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†] ! หŠหŽ ๐ˆ๐ ๐–๐‡๐ˆ๐‚๐‡ a stoic boy starts falling for the socially awkward fo... More

"๐…๐”๐๐๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†"
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ | ๐Œ๐˜ ๐’๐‚๐„๐๐„
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐Ž๐‡ ๐Œ๐˜, ๐ˆ๐‚๐˜๐‡๐Ž๐“!
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐’๐Ž๐๐€?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐Š, ๐ƒ๐Ž๐'๐“ ๐“๐Ž๐”๐‚๐‡!
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’ | ๐–๐„'๐‘๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐ ๐€ ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ | ๐€๐“๐“๐€๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐ ๐”๐’๐‰
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ” | ๐…๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐๐ƒ๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• | ๐“๐„๐„๐๐€๐†๐„๐‘๐’
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– | ๐’๐ˆ๐‹๐„๐๐“ ๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐Œ๐„๐๐“
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ— | ๐’๐๐Ž๐‘๐“๐’ ๐…๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐•๐€๐‹ ๐๐„๐†๐ˆ๐๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐‚๐‡๐„๐„๐‘๐‹๐„๐€๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐…๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐–๐‡๐€๐“'๐’ ๐”๐ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐Œ๐€๐Œ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘๐Š๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐‡๐Ž๐“ ๐' ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐…๐ˆ๐๐€๐‹ ๐„๐—๐€๐Œ๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐๐Ž ๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐‘?
๐˜๐”๐‡! ๐†๐„๐“ ๐ˆ๐๐“๐Ž ๐ˆ๐“!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐Š๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐Ž๐๐„๐‘๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐: ๐’๐€๐•๐„ ๐๐€๐Š๐”๐†๐Ž๐”!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐‚๐€๐'๐“ ๐‚๐€๐“๐‚๐‡ ๐€ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐ƒ๐€๐ƒ๐ƒ๐˜ ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐”๐„๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐“๐‘๐”๐„ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž๐„๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐๐ˆ๐† ๐๐Ž๐’๐’ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐„๐‘๐ˆ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐ƒ ๐๐Ž๐˜!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐‚๐‡๐„๐„๐‘ ๐”๐, ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“ ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐”๐“๐„!
๐’๐‡๐„๐„๐„๐„๐„๐„๐’๐‡
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐…๐Ž๐‚๐”๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ | ๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐€๐‹๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐€๐’๐Š ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐’๐‡๐„'๐’ ๐€ ๐‹๐€๐ƒ๐˜
๐ข'๐ฆ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ. . .๐’๐”๐๐„๐‘ ๐’๐๐˜
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ | ๐“๐‡๐€๐๐Š๐’ ๐”๐๐ˆ๐•๐„๐‘๐’๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ | ๐’๐–๐„๐€๐“๐„๐‘ ๐–๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐„๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“ | ๐‚๐Ž๐๐…๐„๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ” | ๐๐„๐– ๐˜๐„๐€๐‘๐’ ๐‘๐„๐’๐Ž๐‹๐”๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ• | ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐‹๐„๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’?
๐ˆ๐Œ๐€ ๐๐€๐ƒ ๐๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‚๐€๐'๐“ ๐Š๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐Œ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ– | ๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐„๐‘๐€๐‹ ๐‹๐„๐†๐„๐๐ƒ!
๐–๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐˜ ๐’๐‹๐”๐’๐‡
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ— | ๐ˆ๐ ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ | ๐‘๐ˆ๐‚๐‡ ๐†๐ˆ๐‘๐‹ ๐“๐ˆ๐๐†๐™
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ | ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ | ๐‚๐€๐ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐„๐„๐ ๐€ ๐’๐„๐‚๐‘๐„๐“?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ | ๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐ ๐‹๐„๐’๐’๐Ž๐๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ | ๐”๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐”๐๐‹๐ˆ๐‚ ๐„๐˜๐„
๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐ƒ๐Ž, ๐–๐€๐’ ๐…๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐– ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐“๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐ ๐‚๐‰!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“ | ๐–๐ˆ๐๐†๐–๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ” | ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐€๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐˜
๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐…๐”๐‚๐Š'๐’ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐Ž๐ˆ๐'?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• | ๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐‘? ๐€๐‹๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ๐˜?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ– | ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š๐ƒ๐Ž๐–๐!
๐๐Ž๐๐”๐’ | ๐Œ๐˜๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐๐„๐’๐’
๐ฐ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ญ. . .
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ— | ๐๐„๐– ๐’๐“๐€๐…๐…?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ | ๐–๐€๐’๐‡ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ | ๐๐€๐๐˜'๐’ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐
๐‡๐„๐€๐‘ ๐Œ๐„ ๐Ž๐”๐“
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ | ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‹๐€๐
๐’๐Ž ๐ˆ'๐Œ ๐’๐ˆ๐“๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐„๐‘๐„. . .
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘ | ๐ˆ๐Œ๐๐Ž๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ | ๐’๐Ž๐‹๐Ž ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ | ๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐ƒ, ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐๐„๐‘๐ƒ!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ” | ๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ• | ๐…๐‹๐˜๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‹๐€๐’๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ– | ๐‹๐„๐“'๐’ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐๐„๐– ๐˜๐Ž๐‘๐Š!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ— | ๐‚๐ˆ๐“๐˜ ๐‹๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ | ๐๐Ž๐–๐„๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐๐‹๐„ ๐“๐ˆ๐๐†๐™
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ | ๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐„๐‘๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ | ๐…๐”๐“๐”๐‘๐„ ๐๐‹๐€๐๐’?
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ | ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘ | ๐ˆ๐‹๐˜
๐“๐‡๐€๐๐Š ๐˜๐Ž๐”!!
๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐”๐ƒ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ’ | ๐‘๐”๐ƒ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“ | ๐‡๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐’๐„๐„๐Š
๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐๐’ ๐†๐‘๐„๐„๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐„๐•๐„๐๐“
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ” | ๐‚๐€๐‹๐•๐€๐‘๐˜
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ• | ๐’๐๐˜?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ– | ๐•๐ˆ๐•๐€ ๐‹๐€ ๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€
๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹ | ๐€ ๐†๐ˆ๐…๐“
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ— | ๐๐‹๐”๐’ ๐”๐‹๐“๐‘๐€!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ | ๐†๐‘๐Ž๐–๐-๐”๐๐’
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BONUS! | JEALOUS?


[ . . .it's deplorable. . .] !

editor's note:
this entire update is in shoto's pov which is why it's a bonus chapter

♡︎♡☯︎︎︎♡︎♡︎



HE MISSES HER.

shoto misses his love right now. . .so what does he do? he goes to her room and knocks on the door.

"yeah?" the voice of his beloved meets his ears, causing him to smile—partially unaware of that fact, he announces his presence

"it's shoto"

within seconds, (y/n) came to open the door.

after letting him inside, she goes to sit on her bed; shoto doesn't say anything, only watching his beauty while she does her homework. . .?

in all honesty, he wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing, only looking at her

she pauses, raising her eyes to meet his, leaving him shocked for a moment.

"is there something you need, sho?" she giggles,

shoto did need something—well, more a want. . .but, it felt like a need

he wanted. . .to embrace her. but how does he word it?

he continued to stare at his beloved, while she goes back to doing her homework, probably assuming he just wanted to be in her presence—which was true.

she moves again, without looking up this time; she pats the empty space beside her, a way of telling shoto to sit next to her,

instead he stays where he is, and once she notices that, she looks back up from her school work.

"well. . .i'd actually like to. . ." he lifts his arms

she smiles sweetly, "you wanna cuddle, sho?"

he perks up, "yes! that! i'd like to cuddle, please. unless you need to finish your homework"

she shakes her head, "it's okay, i needed a break anyways" she puts her work on the floor beside her bed and motions for him to come to her.

shoto does just that; laying down in between her legs and head on her chest; the calming sound of her heartbeat nearly lulling him sleep already.

is she even aware of the effect she has?

it's not fair that she has this effect on him; it's not fair

"you're such a baby" she kisses the top of his head, as shoto drifts off


[. . .]


"love?" shoto's eyes flutter open; he was still in his beloved's room, not sure what time it was, or where his girlfriend was.

he yawns, sitting up and staring around the dark room blankly for a moment; as he did this. . .he heard laughter.

he cluelessly leaves the dorm and heads into the common room, where class a and b were setting up what looked like a party.

shoto scans the room for his love, but when he finds her. . .he wasn't exactly happy about it.

there she was. . .

with tetsutetsu

laughing, and leaning against him.

"excuse me?" shoto puts some space between them.

"what's. . .going on?"

tetsutetsu must've felt shoto's anger and moved away. . .good riddance

his beauty sighs, before turning to him, "someone's cranky" she goes back to setting up, shoto assumes.

"if that was supposed to be funny, it's not. what is he doing here?"

she pauses, a little shocked. "shoto don't tell me you're getting jealous—this is the worst time for that" she says, somewhere between a whisper and a scream.

"of course not. . .i just wanted to know"

she shakes her head, not convinced, "alright whatever—anyways!" her expression goes back to that beautiful smile shoto loved so much, distracting him for a moment,

"we're just having a little class to class get-together, nothing to be upset about"

shoto crosses his arms, feeling as if there was not a complete truth behind her statement. his love then looks off for a moment; why doesn't she look at only him?

"mina's looking so i'ma back away now; it'll be fun, okay?"

shoto sighs, no longer feeling her warmth beside him, "if you say so. . ."

[. . .]


"gather around everyone!" ashido suddenly calls out, and everyone comes to sit in a circle; shoto sits down, wanting to participate like his girlfriend encouraged him to.

speaking of his girlfriend, he motioned for her to sit next to him but she shakes her head, mouthing 'sorry sho'

shoto blinks, and she turns to ashido, "if you're about to play truth or dare you can count me out"

ashido crosses her arms, "well fine, but you gotta leave; it's not fair that you still get to hear everyone's secrets if you're not playing"

"fine by me. i'll go outside and order some food"

"alright, everyone: this is my game so i make the rules"

ashido then turns to jiro, starting the game,


[. . .]

shoto doesn't have an experience with these types of things. . .but. . .

he thought this would be more. . .exciting.

even the dares have been kind of boring.

maybe it was his hero training, but he felt like that was the point; to make them let their guards down and then surprise them with something,

just as he thought that, ashido looks at awase and tokoyami,

"tokoyami, awase, truth or dare?" everyone in the room stops, trying to see if they heard her correctly.

"i'm pretty sure you're only supposed to ask one person, mina!" uraraka says

ashido smiles, "this is my game, remember?"

sensing the gravity of the situation, they both answer 'truth'. however, ashido smiles, as if they had played right into her hands.

"do you like someone that goes to ua—if you don't answer you have to do a dare of my choosing"

shoto blinks, looking at his fellow students with curiosity, feeling as though the others knew something he didn't.

"yeah. . .you could say i'm a little into (l/n)" shoto perks up at the name of his beloved.

"oh well. . .i suppose you could say. . .i fancy her as well"

you 'suppose'? 'a little'?

"if you're going to be "into" (l/n), you should devote all of your attention into her; honestly, it's deplorable that you don't know enough to make an analysis on her"

"i'm not shocked you're. . .interested in her as she's exceptional in every way. however, as a top student, she deserves a loyal fan base; you are not that fan base"

shoto finishes, looking around as everyone stared at him, wide-eyed.

did he say something upsetting? it was only the truth

it was then, that his love entered the dorms, "are you guys done, cuz the food's here"

everyone stared at her,

"why are you looking at me like that?"


[jello] is typing. . .

i love when they do 'their pov' in stories i hope y'all liked it here too ❤️❤️❤️

i'm not used to writing in different povs, so sorry if it was bad; i'll get better the more i do it

the way shoto is simping for u. . .ugh gn

august really snuck up on a bitch. . .i ain't mad cuz my birthday comin' up

👀🍵

daily questions:

how are you feeling?

have you eaten?

did you sleep well?

what's a bad feeling/thought you need to let out?

what's something you're happy about?


day three of religiously plugging my applyfic until the prologue is published : it's called "sunkissed" and there's still 6 slots open !

luv u!

🍡✨🥮✨🍡

[jello] has logged off.


♡︎

here's the preview! obviously, shoto's little speech tips your classmates off to his feelings for you. now suspicious, your friends kick the (s/n) operations into high gear once again

but how?

find out in the next episode!

go beyond!

PLUS ULTRA!!

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