If Shinsou had a word to describe Neito it would be lovely.
Surely enough, probably most people would look at him with pity for his dementia.
Within his transfer to class B, he discovered a myriad of things that make Monoma worthy of that word.
It does not matter his shrill voice when he is upset, nor how crazy he gets when someone touches his perfect hair, much less his insane obsession (which could be consider as toxic) for class A. No. It does not matter how fussy he is with food or the brand of his clothes or how proud he feels about the curses he teaches the foreign and innocent girl of his class.
Neither his allergy to cats nor his morning complaints after having sex. Shinsou has understood it in almost a year that they have as a couple: Monoma is precious for things that nobody can notice more than him. And because of that, he knows that he loves him like an imbecile. Even if the blond fights with his cats for attention or that he has repeatedly tried to cut or comb his hair while sleeping.
Nothing matters, because only he is able to find beauty in the blonde. Because behind each defect there are hidden gifts and smiles that nobody else knows.
Shinsou knows it from the first moment that his unintelligible shouts become coherent and analytical sentences within the classroom and physical practices. Because he prefers to help Tetsutetsu pass his subjects before thinking about his own, approving it, because the little time he has left (in his adolescence,is like water between his hands) he uses it to train and improve, regardless of the fact that the next day he is asleep in class due to exhaustion.
Because all the students of his class really respect him and listen (when he is not doing his exaggerated drama) and although Shinsou knows perfectly that his drama proportional to his ego, he laughs every time he is ignored by everyone and treasures his face, with his eyebrows together and a forced smile (that shows for people like Bakugou), biting his damned pride.
He thinks that few people could appreciate what it is to see him excited to buy a Subway or to get wet in the rain regardless of his brand clothes and laugh like an idiot when he sees class A imbeciles fleeing from it to take refuge under a ceiling. Because nobody but him sees the range of reds that draw on his white skin when they do simple things such as holding hands or when he decides to steal a kiss in an alley before entering the cinema (to see those insufferable French films that the blond likes so much)
Understands that, for all, the abstract beauty of Neito is imperceptible, but for his defective being with little luck, that precious thing stands out with each step of the blond and every word that emanates from his mouth. Because before he knew him, his heart was condemned to live in love with him. Because in the end he is destined into a cosmic spell and to the universe itself that is irremediably fugitive. He has accepted it: He can not and does not want to escape from the words of love that have bound him to the scandalous blonde.
“How would you define Neito?”
As someone that nature has blessed with a unique beauty. Flawless.
That is, extraordinary in everything he does in a good or bad way.
What is the most valuable thing you have in your life?
You have no idea or difficult to get this, mostly because of the limited time I have and why I wrote a lot of things that I just did not like until you get to this little drabble that includes everything I see in this couple , which by the way is my OTP. I hope you like it. Thank you very much for inviting me to participate, especially Ale who only accepted because she invited me. It is impossible to deny someone who loves the ShinMono as much as I do. Visit my profile and we’ll read in the next one!
Excuse me for my lousy English, it’s the first time I’ve been public in this language, but I wanted to give you this writing, which I’ve done with a lot of love.
He loves them Shinobu Rei.
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