Hizashi POV

It was the middle of the school day, and almost all the classrooms were full. Shota's class had a shorter day because of a recent attack that injured multiple of the students in his class. I walked past class 1-A.

I looked through the little window by the door. It looked like Shota was grading papers. There was no one else in there. I smiled and walked into the room. "Hi Shota-!" I said enthusiastically before I realized something.

His jaw was clenched and he was sort of gasping for air, but the noises he was making sounded a lot like a whimper. I knew exactly what was happening.

I hugged him and started to rub circles on his back slowly. His body was tense.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." I whispered softly as I slowly sat down with him. I reached under his little podium and grabbed a water bottle. I opened it for him and gingerly put it to his lips. He grabbed the water bottle and proceeded to drink the water slowly, taking small breaths every few seconds.

Once he was breathing somewhat normal again, Shota looked at me. "Are you okay?" I asked. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah," he said with a shaky voice. He scooted a little closer to me. Immediately, I pulled him into a hug again. He clung on to me.

"You sure?" I asked. He nodded again, then buried his face into my shoulder. I put my face in his hair and slowly brought one of my hands up to the back of his head.

He mumbled something, but I couldn't understand him. "What'd you say?" I asked. He slightly lifted his head.

"I love you," he mumbled, then put his head back down. I chuckled.

"I love you too, Sho," I said softly.

I stayed with him while he finished grading papers, then we went home to our apartment and sat on the couch, watching movies.