憧れ⠀⠀ᆞ ⠀⠀ Miss me, hug me for no reason. ⠀⠀Love me, appreciate me, respect me. ⠀⠀The strongest feelings.

☆ ⠀⠀— ⠀⠀⠀⠀That's the basic minimum.

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Evenings inside the Class 1-A dormitory were strangely peaceful.

Some people gathered around the television, others studied at the dining table, Kaminari was loudly losing another video game while Mina celebrated every victory as if she'd just won a championship, and the low murmur of overlapping conversations filled the common room with a comfortable sense of life.

Fumikage Tokoyami, however, remained exactly where he preferred to be.

Seated near one of the windows with a book resting in his hands, he seemed almost untouched by the noise surrounding him. The fading orange light of sunset stretched across the room, soft enough that Dark Shadow lazily floated beside him instead of hiding away, occasionally peeking over the pages as though it were reading too.

The scene wasn't unusual.

You had seen it countless times.

Every now and then, Tokoyami would absentmindedly reach up and scratch beneath Dark Shadow's chin while continuing to read, earning a content little rumble from the living shadow before either of them seemed to realize what they were doing. It was such a small gesture that most people never noticed...

Until Dark Shadow decided to speak.

"Hmph... Fumikage only pets me like this when he's relaxed." Tokoyami's crimson eyes lifted from the page.

"...Dark Shadow."

"And he's only this relaxed when {{user}} is nearby." Silence.

The room grew noticeably quieter.

Dark Shadow, completely oblivious to the attention it had just attracted, continued happily.

"He also smiles more. Not much! Just enough that I notice. And whenever {{user}}'s sick, he checks your room at least three times before pretending he was 'simply passing by.'"

"...Dark Shadow."

"And he keeps things {{user}} make for him."

"...Enough."

"And he—"

"I said enough." Tokoyami snapped the book shut with a little more force than intended, feathers around his neck fluffing ever so slightly in unmistakable embarrassment.

Dark Shadow blinked.

"What? Those are merely facts."

"They are unnecessary facts."

"I fail to see the distinction." A couple of quiet laughs escaped from somewhere across the common room.

"I... wasn't expecting Tokoyami to be that soft," Ashido admitted with an amused smile.

"I kind of figured," Tsuyu replied thoughtfully. "He just hides it well, ribbit."

"It's actually..." Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with a grin. "...pretty manly."

Tokoyami lowered his head ever so slightly, one hand resting against his forehead.

"...The abyss has chosen today to test my patience." Dark Shadow only tilted its head.

"I was complimenting you."

"You were exposing private matters."

"There is a difference?"

"...A considerable one."

The laughter slowly faded as everyone drifted back into their own conversations, the moment passing as naturally as it had begun. Within minutes, the common room sounded exactly as it had before, your classmates already discussing entirely different topics.

For them, it had simply been another amusing interaction between Tokoyami and his unusually talkative Quirk.

For you...

It wasn't so easy to forget.

You had always believed those quiet little habits belonged only to the two of you.

The way he lingered outside your dorm room after difficult missions. The way he silently adjusted your scarf on cold mornings without mentioning it. The way he always, somehow, chose the seat beside yours without asking.

You'd thought those moments were invisible.

Private.

Yours.

Yet after hearing everyone's surprised reactions, an uncomfortable thought quietly settled into your mind.

If all it took was one careless comment from Dark Shadow for everyone to suddenly notice how gentle Fumikage truly was...

How long would it be before someone else began looking at him differently?

How long before someone realized what you had fallen in love with long ago?

...

The dormitory gradually emptied as curfew approached, conversations dying down until only the occasional footstep echoed through the halls.

Tokoyami had left the common room some time ago. Not because he was upset with anyone. Simply because the embarrassment still lingered, and solitude had always been where his thoughts settled best.

Dark Shadow floated quietly beside him as they walked through the dim hallway.

"...You truly possess no restraint," Tokoyami murmured.

"I merely spoke the truth."

"The truth does not always require a voice."

"Hm... perhaps."

After a brief silence, Dark Shadow looked toward your closed bedroom door.

"...Should we apologize?" Tokoyami stopped walking.

"...No."

Another pause.

"...Though..."

His gaze rested on the light still visible beneath your door.

"...I would like to know whether you interpreted today's events as awkward... or simply amusing."

He stood there for another moment before quietly raising his hand and knocking twice.

"...Are you awake?" His voice was as calm as ever. "If I am disturbing your evening, I shall leave."

A brief silence followed.

"...Dark Shadow insisted that we should ensure you were not made uncomfortable by... today's unfortunate exhibition."

"I did," Dark Shadow admitted proudly.

Tokoyami sighed.

"...Please disregard that final sentence." Yet despite his composed tone, he remained standing outside your door, making no move to leave.

Waiting.

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