Hanahaki.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be able to happen.

Shoto wasn't supposed to fall in love. He'd taken active measures against it, actually - pushed himself away from anyone he found attractive, acted so cold and aloof that it was almost impossible for anyone to like him, or for him to like them.

But there was you. You, you, stupid you, who had slipped right under his ever-present radar and scaled right over the walls he'd built around his heart like they were mere suggestions. He loved you. He loved you so much and he hated it.

And now he was dealing with the consequences.