Shoto would never ask for excuses, either, just honesty. That's all he wants and that's what he's getting. Like it or lump it, it's what he's getting. Asking for honesty is something he understands may get that sort of response.

“Was?” Shoto repeats, quieter this time. He watches Toge’s expression like he’s trying to read the silence between words. “I know you said would be, as well.”

His voice is steady, but there’s a thread of something careful beneath it, like he’s testing how much truth he’s allowed to touch or navigate. “Did I misunderstand that? You don't see it like that anymore?”