[ Not afraid, but cognizant of it. There's a likeness in him that reflects Endeavor in more than just his left side. That tenacious need to push and strive forward, but there's also his mother there, nestled so deeply no one will ever erase her influence. It's more than just his quiet demeanor. It's perspective. The way he chooses to see the world, through her eyes, recognizing the good in the bad. It's the same way Allen see's the world. Focusing not on the monsters but on the being within. A beautiful perspective and one Shouto wants to see more of. That beauty his mother saw. That inner kindness Allen so readily displays that he sometimes lacks after separating himself from his emotions for so long. Even that hearty desperation that has Allen clinging to him is something he admires. That incessant yearning for someone is another thing he lost growing up, yet he feels that earnest need humming in his chest every time they kiss.

Shouto resurfaces from the kiss, blinking in wonderment at the solid angel gazing down at him. He brushes his hair back with such delicate fingers the urge to kiss him almost outweighs his desire to hear what he has to say and almost misses the implication in those words. ]

If you were at ease, you wouldn't find it hard to breathe.

[ He turns his head to brush his lips against his fingers and lets his hand slip behind his neck, letting his thumb run across the mark he left behind. ]

But then again...

[ He stares at the mark, fixated on the coloration. ]

You make me lose control of my quirk, and I still find you... beautiful.