To say you were unimpressed was pretty much the understatement of the century. He had said he didn't have much in his room and you had laughed it off. However, a table, bed, a small wardrobe and a desk with - at least - a laptop and three pens somehow struck you as far less than "not much". Your mouth escaped a dry laugh as you stood in the doorway, staring down the cold, empty space between his amenities and the door.

"So that's how you live, eh?" you stated, though really it sounded more as if you were questioning if he maybe just made it up. There was so much unused potential of room that just laid bare. It took you five steps until you reached the small desk. Five steps of absolutely nothing crossing you way. It didn't even look like a students room, much less a teachers. "Yeah…" he mumbled, passing by to stand next to his bed, watching you as you tried to make out invisible objects.

"You're minimalistic?" you asked, your brain finding a reasonable solution for it. Now, you didn't knew Shouta Aizawa for long. Barely a month now, but you had find yourself drawn to him very quickly after the first date. Certainly, he wasn't a man of much words if they weren't necessary but you figured that him inviting you to his room at least meant he liked you enough to share something so private. But honestly, you weren't sure if he wasn't messing with you right now.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, followed by his fingers gliding through his hair and putting it back. Seeing his whole face like this for once made your heart jump and suddenly you felt a little blessed with being here anyway. "Guess it's a little embarrassing," he admitted, sighing again and rubbing the back of his neck. "I just never saw the need for more."

For a second your eyes locked with his, but he quickly pulled his gaze away again, almost sheepishly so. "Well, eh… Make yourself at home," he suggested, giving a vague hand gesture over what was available in his room, before walking up to the door. "Gonna get some tea…" Shouta mumbled and you nodded, still a little perplexed as you watched the door behind him.

It's not that bad… you thought, gently sitting down on his bed and putting your bag on the floor. Not what I expected, but not bad, you added, looking behind you and out of the window. The view was nice, the apartment being surrounded by the UA's park grounds. At least it's calm, you thought.

Now there you were. Very much too old to be getting all flustered and embarrassed to be in the room of the person you were dating, but still kind of honored to be there. Now that you felt more familiar than when you first entered you did notice some more things that added to the living experience. His goggles were sitting on top of the window sill, there were a bunch of papers in the bin beneath the desk and between bed and closet he had a small nightstand.

Curiously you slided over to it, reaching for the book that rested on top of the nightstand. A smirk crossed your lips when you found out it was a mystery novel, finding it rather cute that after all the time he fought with villians, things like this still seemed to interest him. Then again, you didn't want him to find you snooping around his stuff, so you placed the book back in the way you had found it. Unsure of what to do, you got up from the bed, looking the place over again.

It's not like there was much to explore but you felt quite happy just being here so you tried to enjoy your time nonetheless. However, the moment your mind decided to wander off in thoughts, you were harshly torn out of it by the buzzing of a phone. Confused, you looked around trying to figure out where it was coming from. It wasn't yours, the ring tones not matching at all so it must have been Shouta's.

Now, you didn't want to snoop anymore, but just in case something bad was happening you would just get a small glance at the display. You took the few steps towards his work desk, finding the vibrating phone upside down as it rested there. Respectful and a little scared you picked it up, turning it in your hand to look at who was calling.

"I'm back," Shouta announced, fidgeting with the door handle so that he could close it while balancing two cups of tea in his hands. Once he finally shut it, he turned around again, seeing you stand motionless next to his desk. "[Name]?" he asked, approaching and setting down the cups on the knee-deep table. He noticed the device you were staring at, making it out as his mobile phone. "Is something wrong?" he asked, wondering if you had picked up a call for him or something.

You barely had known him for a few weeks and admittedly, sometimes you were not sure of what you were to him. There were times where he was just cold and unapproachable, giving you the cold shoulder for days. But then there were days where he'd ask you out or like that day, to come over to his days. It had been dragging on like this for a while and you had wanted to settle it with him that very day, not wanting to be in an awkward on-off relationship like that.

But after seeing that you were pretty sure about his and your feelings.

With flushed cheeks you turned to him, barely able to look at him. "Am I… Am I your lock screen?" You could watch him slowly duck away into his scarf, nervously pulling it up over his nose as he tried to hide away his own red face from you. His words were a mere whisper really and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "You weren't meant to see that, yet…" he admitted.

There was some more silence between the two before you put his phone back on the desk and turned towards him completely. Even if the two of you managed the hug quite awkwardly, you found it to be right, feeling a little ashamed that you had doubted his intentions all that time. "I'm sorry…", he suddenly said, making you shake your head in response. "I am not sorry at all," you could say, quite confident now.

"It's just…" You looked up to get a glimpse of his half-covered face. He met your gaze, new heat rising into his cheeks and ears.

"Normally my phone really bothers me with waking up and calls from every idiot, but it gets a little easier when I get to see you. And you looked really cute in that picture."