She was beautiful.
A work of art. A gift from above. A Goddess. And her name is Ochako Uraraka.
She was raging storm, a force not to be reckoned with. And she's just so beautiful.
Shouto Todoroki was never the one to feel any signs of romantic feelings for anyone, not up until now. He'd watch her everyday, just seeing her smile brightly makes his stomach flutter with colorful butterflies. Her eyes, so warm and comforting, and when she's booming with energy, her eyes will flare with determination and for once in his life...he had finally admired the element, fire. Her face, pinkish cheeks and an almost round shape, she's adorable. And, oh Gods above, she's just so, kind and friendly. She's perfect, and Shouto's already floating.
He swears, he had never met an angel before, and now, he's seeing one, right in front of him. He's so out-of-character when she's near, he smiles alot, chuckles, and blushes. Blushes, yes, he blushes. And he doesn't know when to stop blushing.
He's a mess, and she's so perfect.
He's a mess when he suddenly shows vulnerability to her, and being the perfect human being that the Gods created, she'd hold his tall frame close to her and tell him that it's alright to cry.
Because she's there.
She'd sit him down somewhere and she'd pet his hair, rub his face and back soothingly until he's buried in her neck and he's snoring peacefully next to her.
And dear, he's so fucking in love that even in his dreams, she's all he could think about.
And then, the next day, he'd wake up to Ochako's singing, she's singing a lullaby for him, and he'll eventually fall asleep once again.
He thanked the heavens that it was a Saturday.
He'd wake up again and this time, he was fully awake, looking at her with loving eyes, eyes that were only made for her to see. She'd walk up to him in her bed and offer him a cup of water from downstairs and he'd sigh contently.
"Did you slept well?" She'd ask and he'd nod politely.
"Yes, thank you, Ochako."
Then, there was that hand again, on top of his head, petting him until he's comforted.
"You're welcome, Shouto."
He's so full of love that it sometimes strangles him, but what can he do? He's so deep in his head and heart. He has to do something.
"What do you want to do this morning, Ochako?"
"I don't know yet, breakfast would be nice, but after that, I'm not sure."
Here it goes. Man the fuck up, Shouto.
"How about after breakfast, let's take a walk around campus, and we can have lunch outside. What do you say?" He did it. He did something. He actually asked her out.
A moment passed, and he swears, he felt cold even on the other side of his body.
She'd reject him, right? Maybe she already had plans after all? Maybe she made up those plans so she could not spend another day with him?
Maybe—
"I would love to, Shouto. I'm holding onto your word." She extended her hand out fot him to reach, to take, and when he stood up, she pulled him into an embrace.
He's going to die. His heart is pounding so heavily.
"I'm always here for you, Shouto, never forget that, alright? Forever and always."
Oh, never mind, he needs to live.For her."I— thank you, Ochako, thank you."
And, he'd hug her back, this time, tightening his hold on her, and smiled against her hair.
She really is beautiful.
I love you, Ochako.