"Hands"
Word Count: 1068

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As someone who's addicted to music and instruments, I was incredibly jealous of Shouji's quirk. The ability to be able to grow limbs and use each of them with such control and with such ease made me want to steal his quirk. It was so perfect and so convenient for musicians like me that it would make the user be able to perform in a unique way that other musicians wouldn't be able to do.

Plus. His hands looked good.

I always tell him how I want to be made like he was, but he'd counter me by saying that "But you'd lose your amazing voice."

Smooth.

Shouji Mezou was too smooth.

I fell for him right away.

We both studied in UA. Him being in the hero course whilst I simply took the general studies course. I was actually quirkless, yet my wisdom was what made me get into UA.

People disrespected me at first, saying that some quirkless guy like me shouldn't be able to attend in UA. They would beat me up using their own quirks and laugh at me for looking so pathetic.

But after Shouji realised what I was going through, it only took one appearance from him to stop the bullies from bullying me. His eyes flared up in anger and multiple fists formed on each of his hands. He looked terrifyingly intimidating, making everyone in the room scream and call for help.

Although Shouji didn't do any harm, he left them with a warning, telling them that he was going to report their actions to the principal, even though he already did before hand.

In the end, they got expelled.

And I fell for the tall white-haired man even more.

We weren't actually friends, but he wanted to be after seeing the opportunity of helping me out. He told me before that he watched me perform live for various occasions whether school related or not, and he was always fascinated by the powerful voice I own.

I blushed at the compliment and looked away.

When he saw that I was being bullied, he took it as a chance to help me and to befriend me.

And as time passed, we became even more than that.

Our third year was when he confessed to me. I was genuinely surprised at first because I didn't expect my feelings to be requited, but of course, I wasn't complaining. I accepted his feelings without any hints of hesitation, and we went out the day after that.

Shouji was nothing but a big sweetheart. He was so kind and loving, making me wonder why he chose me to be his lover, for I hardly excelled in showing affection in our early stages of our relationship. I was always so busy writing lyrics and composing music that we didn't have that much time to go out.

The same went for his hero job. He was constantly helping civilians everyday. The thought that my boyfriend was always in danger always crossed my mind, and after that, the songs and music I composed were now all for him.

He'd listen to my music whenever he was on a mission. He would share my compositions with his friends and co-workers, and he said that they all liked my music.

It made me so happy.

Whenever he would come home from work, he required an embrace after entering the household. I don't mind. I hug him and thank the gods that he was still alright.

We'd drop all our work after reuniting. It would take him at least three days before going home, so we'd make the most of his day off's.

He would first take a shower and invite me over to our shared bed to cuddle. I would turn on a show but none of us would be even paying attention to it. We'd simply stare at each other's eyes, enjoying the heat radiating off of the other, smiling so brightly whilst whispering stories and conversations.

Shouji gave me the best hugs and cuddles I'd probably have in my entire life. His ability to wrap several arms around my body and make me feel instantly warm was so addicting, it made me stay with him in bed until 9 AM the next day.

There were times where I was able to convince him to take off his mask. He did, but reluctantly. He was so embarrassed of his own features that the reason behind why he was always wearing that mask was because he was frightened about what others thought he'd look like

When I saw his face for the first time, there was only one word to describe him.

Hot.

With or without the mask, I can confidently say that my boyfriend was hot, handsome, adorable, gorgeous, and more.

The red blush that displays every time I compliment him made him look even cuter than he already was. Overall, he was just a big insecure adorable giant.

"M/N, let's go out somewhere..." Shouji trailed off, watching me fix my H/C hair in front of the mirror.

"Sure. where to?" I asked, already getting ready to leave the house.

"I want to brag you out to the world. I want to show everyone how amazing my boyfriend is with his music. I don't care what the other homophobic bitches say anymore. I want them to know you're mine." he said, confidently looking into my E/C pupils. When did he suddenly become so serious and dominant? I could practically feel the determined aura around him.

A blush instantly attacked my face without a warning. Having said a bold statement like that would surely make anyone blush. But the fact that he meant it for me, when he said he wanted the world to know that I was his, really made me happy.

At that moment, I couldn't care less about my reputation in the music industry. If they want to hate me, let them. I already have someone who loves me more than anyone could.

And I felt blessed when it was Shouji who did.

"Mezou..." happy tears threatened to spill down from my eyes as I ran towards my boyfriend and pulled him into a hug. He smiled at my reaction and returned the embrace, pressing his soft lips on my forehead.

"I love you, my sweetheart."

"I love you too, Mezou!"