To describe Shoto in one word, it would have to be cold. Quirk jokes aside, he barely showed his emotions and lacked a sense of affection. Though the two of you have been dating each other a little over a month now, he still treated you indifferently, as if you were just another classmate. But you promised to yourself that you wouldn't let his nonchalant manners get to you since you were determined to uncover his true feelings.
Being the stoic gentleman that he was, Shoto walked beside you on your way back home. 'Come on (Y/N), it's now or never! Do it for the prosperity of your relationship!' Looking down at his hand, you quickly forced yourself to grab it, and interlocked your fingers together.
"(Y/N)?" Shoto breathed your name out, looking down at you in question at your sudden movement.
'Oh no' you thought as you felt your sudden state of courage drain out of you. Staring back at him, you gave him a panicked smile while trying to come up with a quick explanation for your actions.
"Uhh... Ah ha! Just as I thought!" you shouted while raising up his hand to inspect it.
Raising his eyebrow in question, he stopped waking and turned his body to face you.
"What is it," he asked in his usual composed demeanor, though you could've sworn you saw a slight glint of amusement.
"Ahh, well, you see the thing is Shoto, you have uhh...," you mumbled, looking intensely at his hand interlaced with your own.
"Very large hands!" You shouted suddenly, screaming internally at yourself for such a lame excuse.
"I have large hands," he asked, looking questionably at his hands held within your own.
"In comparison to mine that is," you responded back shakily.
"See, look how big they are compared to mine," you said, releasing your hold on his hand and placing your palms against each other.
"I see, my hands are slightly bigger than yours," he responded before lowering his hand back to his side.
'No! His hands felt so nice against mine, do something' you panicked internally, craving even just the slightest touch.
"And this hand too," you said suddenly before grasping his other hand and measuring it against your own.
"I would assume so," he responded coolly, though you could've swore you saw the edges of his mouth curve into a small smile for a second.
Grabbing his free hand, you compared both of your hands to his, staring at them intensely.
"Just as I thought, both of your hands are bigger than mine! Who knew," you chuckled awkwardly, looking away from his gaze but a low chuckle brought your attention back to him.
"If you want to hold hands with me (Y/N), all you had to do was ask," he said as a small smile graced his features.
Blushing madly at the sight, you lowered your hands to your side and tried to look anywhere but your boyfriend.
"T-that wasn't my intentions! I was honestly trying to compare our hands! But if you wanna hold hands, then I'm fine with that too. Only if you want to that is..." you rushed out in embarrassment, still trying to cover up your true motive.
A hand gently clasped your own, causing you to look up at its owner.
"I'd like to," he responded, still glowing with that rare smile.
"Well, if you insist," you said casually, keeping up your facade but deep down you felt your heart begin to melt.
The rest of the walk to your house was silent, but that didn't stop the blush on your cheeks from cooling or the small smile on Shoto's face from gleaming every time he looked over at your flustered expression.
It was your first time holding his hand, yet you already knew you never wanted to let go.
