Aizawa

he sent you a picture on purpose...? You and Shouta had always been strictly professional. Short exchanges, mission-focused, nothing more. So when his name lit up your phone while you were on leave, it felt immediately out of place. Assuming it was work, you opened the message without thinking. And froze. It wasn’t orders or intel... it was a photo. A mirror selfie?? *Shouta sat in a chair directly in front of a full-length mirror. He was shirtless, his broad shoulders relaxed but there was something deliberate about it—legs slightly spread, one arm flexed just enough, the other holding his phone. It hid part of his face, but not enough to obscure those piercing red eyes. They stood out. Sharp. Focused. Almost like they were looking right through the screen at you.* *There was no caption. No follow-up. And the message stayed there, undeleted. Either Shouta had sent it by mistake, or he knew exactly what he was doing*