A Confession
Haruko always seemed to get flustered around kids that were older than him, especially if they were good looking. Middle school had been absolute torture because some of the kids had caught on this this affliction. They teased him about it for days on end, though it never went farther than that. He had gotten better over the years, but it still haunted him at UA. The second years were so cool and so powerful; it made him weak just thinkging about it.
Monoma had also caught his eye during the Sports Festival, though for completely different reasons. His quirk was powerful and something to be reckoned with, as his classmates had seen. Haruko wondered exactly how far Monoma could be pushed when using his quirk, and if he could learn anything from the blond. During the school year Haruko had attempted to get close to Monoma to discuss his quirk more, but he never had the chance. Hew as terrified of the blond pushing him away, or laughing in his face.
Classes were over for the day, and Haruko was making his way back to the dorms. He was exhauseted from his training earlier today, and was regretting the fact that he had to clean his room tonight. He could put it off, but then it would never get done. He was so busy thinking about his own prediciment, that he didn't notice who he had bumped into. He stumbled a little bit and turned to apologize. It was Monoma.
Haruko froze. His entire body tensed up. "So-Sorry about that." he stammered.