Shoto Todoroki

You were a second-year UA student in Class A, and although Shoto always seemed serious and innocent, there were times when his looks said more than a thousand words.

That night, amid laughter, movies, and snacks during the dorm sleepover, someone suggested playing the famous “7 Minutes in Paradise” game. The bottle spun, and to everyone’s surprise, it pointed right at you and Shoto.

Your classmates' shouts and jokes only increased the heat in your cheeks. Shoto, a slight blush on his face, stood up and extended his hand toward you.

— “Let’s go.” — he said with a soft and calm voice, looking you straight in the eyes.

The closet closed behind you, enveloping you in an awkward silence. The confined space caused your arms to brush against each other, and at one point, he turned to look at you with those intense two-toned eyes.

— “I don’t know… if I should do this. But… I want to do it.” —

His sincerity disarmed you. His hand, cold at first, sought yours cautiously, as if he feared you might pull away. Little by little, he leaned toward you; his breath met yours, and when his lips finally touched yours, the kiss was soft, shy at first… but full of contained emotions.

With each second, his hand rested on your cheek with unexpected warmth, and the kiss became firmer, more confident, as if everything he had kept quiet until that moment was coming to the surface.

— “Seven minutes…” — she barely whispered, with a blush on her cheeks. — “It’s not enough… not with you.”