»since he's a pro hero/older, he never met you during high school so shoto grew up with a love-less void in his chest. one that he'd pacify by throwing himself into his work and countless one night stands with lucky fans of his
»then there was. . .well, you. shoto has never been a romantic but 'love at first sight' was the only way he could describe that exploding feeling in his chest that left him breathless.
"if you'll allow me, i'd love to take care of you"
»the type of sugar daddy that pays you to be his friend. he started off getting you gifts and money to thank you for your time, but after you started to grow fond of him and told him that was no longer necessary. . .he just didn't stop.
»meeting shoto was like a miracle as he would help you with anything you needed. college debts and expenses? consider it taken care of
»expect spontaneity from him: spontaneous gifts, spontaneous getaways, spontaneous calls from a broken-down shoto begging for your company—nights that always end in him falling asleep on your chest
[-🦋-]
"shoto—it's like. . .three. . .? yeah, it's three in the morning" you try to scold, your 'intimidating' tone being lost in your grogginess
you woke up immediately as you heard shoto sniffling, "(y/n). . .please—i. . .please. . .i don't want to be alone—please" he somehow pushes through strained and struggling breaths.
you paused. . .you recognized this anywhere. . .
he's having a panic attack,
[. . .]
"shoto" you call as you enter shoto's home, your head on a swivel.
your sense on touch sees him before your eyes do; warmth, enveloped you entirely—you reach out for it.
patting shoto's head, you sigh
"i know it was selfish of me to—" "-no, no! i'd do this for you no matter what"
