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・:〃➜ if i ever get off my damn computer you can find me watching gilmore girls, gardening, or falling deep into the endless pits of conspiracy theory and scary story youtube. or watching markiplier, he fills me with joy.
・:〃➜ i listen to just about every kind of music but currently I'm into a lot of folk and acoustic like the lumineers and hozier. buuuut, my favorite band of all time is my chemical romance.
・:〃➜ my favorite anime is attack on titan! however since the series ended i have been fully unable to rewatch it because there is no recovery from watching aot! only pain and suffering!
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・:〃➜ please just be a good person! discrimination or hate towards others of any sort will never be tolerated. you will be blocked.
・:〃➜ requests are always open unless i mention otherwise!
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・:〃➜ i am currently working on a master list that will be in a separate post. it will be updated regularly and linked on this post!
・:〃➜ as of right now i am only writing for my hero academia / boku no hero academia, but i am definitely considering branching out into other series/fandoms as well (attack on titan, jjk, haikyuu, etc.)
» posted: 6/6/25
» updated: 6/6/25
» all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
southerneijiro! who’s mostly taken over his dads repair shop ever since the arthritis got too much to bear
southerneijiro! whom you would’ve thought to have heard gossip from the older women of the town criticizing his dyed red hair, but come to learn that they love him
southerneijiro! who you finally meet when your piece of shit hatchback started making a clunking noise that you couldn’t ignore much longer
southerneijiro! who doesn’t hear you walk in. laid up under some pickup with older country music blasting through his speakers
southerneijiro! who immediately apologizes for keeping you waiting, turning down down his music before getting a good look at you
southerneijiro! who knew it was impolite to stare, but how could he not
southerneijiro! who wiped his hands slowly against the closest rag before reaching it out to you, a big smile gracing his lips. “what can I do you for you today?”
southerneijiro! whose black roots were starting to grow out of his scalp and the rest of his hair styled in a half up half down. every detail of his chest mapped out for you through his slightly dirty white tank
southerneijiro! who almost looses track of your words from staring at your mouth a little too intensely. the way the gloss shone the more you talked and kept your mouth slightly open in worry about your vehicle
southerneijiro! who finally snaps out of it when asks if he can do the job giving you a soft smirk and a confident “yes ma’am”
southerneijiro! who invites you to hang out with him for the next few days while he fixes up your car
southerneijiro! who has charm so naturally that sometimes you don’t even notice he’s trying
southerneijiro! who blushes when customers teases him about his new girlfriend but his only reply is, “not my girl, but whatever man asks her is a lucky one”
southerneijiro! who gets comfortable enough to show you into the back where he keeps his classic 1967 ford mustang
southerneijiro! who gently helps you into the backseat insisting that it would be more spacious than the front
southerneijiro! who makes sure to watch your reactions carefully as he inches himself closer telling you the details of the car
southerneijiro! who gently takes your hand in his, running it over the smooth leather interior
southerneijiro! who looks into your eyes almost desperately with words tumbling out “you deserve to be treated like a lady, and I’ll be damned if you let me show you how”
Hi!! i’m not sure if you are accepting teas so if not please ignore this haha! if you are… could i request a pining bsf izuku? i loved ur kiri one!!!
izuku midoriya has a lil (absolutely ginormous) crush on you
⋆˙⟡ — author's note: thank you to the anon that requested this a millennia ago. your patience is boundless. i'm trying to catch up on all the requests i swear squad.
⋆˙⟡ — cw: sweetie pie izuku warning
⋆˙⟡ — word count: 687
⋆˙⟡ — dividers are by @hyuneskkami!
this boy cannot hide any emotion, let alone a crush.
honestly, it gets to the point where everyone in the class talks about you all the time in front of him just to get him riled up cuz it's so funny.
he will find any and every excuse to be near you. he's too afraid to actually sit next to you so he'll sit diagonal or across from you.
he heard you mention a random movie ONE time and watched it that same night just so he could find something to talk to you about.
any time you answer a question in class, he listens so intently and does his best to back up your answers and make you feel validated, even if you were wrong about something.
he picks up on all the little things. when you're looking a little tired from staying up too late studying, how you don't wear your uniform jacket on training days because you hate having your gym locker stuffed full, how you highlight different information in different colors, how you bite your nails or twirl your hair when you're nervous.
after every conversation with you, he practically analyses every word you say and thinks strategically about how he could've said something different to make him seem cooler.
he'll make an extra copy of his notes when you're not in class without you even having to ask, or create a study guide and immediate end a copy to you.
you wrote him a little thank you note for giving you said notes with a little smiley face and a heart, he just about exploded and keeps it on his desk in his room.
when he's laying in bed at night, in between training strategies, all he can think of is you.
his drifting off and daydreaming in class slowly turns more and more into thoughts of you, how your hair looks particularly good today, how you're bouncing your leg more than usual, how your eyebrows furrow while doing your work.
all of this boils over when you ask him to study together. he has to keep reminding himself that this is in fact not a date and you're just prepping for the upcoming exam.
you ask him to meet at a cafe near campus. further reminding himself it's not a date, he still tries to put himself together a little more than normal, even asking mina how he can take care of his curls.
when he finds you in a small booth, two hot drinks already sitting in front of you, his heart melts. in this moment he had never felt more sure about anything.
in helping you work through practice problems and concepts, he lets his hand linger a little bit longer against yours when they accidentally touch. he's able to hold eye contact longer than half a second. he memorizes your coffee order before you can even say "see you next time."
you walk back to the dorms together. all he wants to do is hold your hand but he just starts sweating more at the thought of it.
he can't hide a crush, and you know it.
you extend your pinky out to lightly touch his, careful to not overwhelm him.
he turns to look at you with a look of "really?" "holy shit!" and "I am going to explode into a million pieces and die," all at once, but intertwines his finger with yours, bubbling with giddy excitement and nervousness all in one.
the two of you don't say a word all the way back. if he tried to speak if would all be mush.
"thank you for helping me study 'zuku. you're the best," you smile and place a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he is on the verge of spontaneous combustion, feeling the heat of his face on your own.
he can't get a word out. all he does it stutter and push out what sounds like "thank you," before disappearing upstairs to jump around his room and kick his feet with touching the spot where you kissed his cheek like a 12-year-old girl.
⋆˙⟡ — disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
⋆˙⟡ — author's note: IM BACK SORRY GUYS OMFG. life has been doing its THANG. college is hard. pray for us women in stem. anyway sorry for going m.i.a. for literally four months???? who do i think i am???? i'm gonna try to post here and there but actually no promises, i've just been rather inspired (and horny) lately.
⋆˙⟡ — cw: pro hero kami, no established relationship, low-key fwb, swearing, very suggestive and sexual themes, x reader, AFAB implied reader, calls reader a pretty girl, babe, doll, reader wears makeup, denki is so horny all the time, mentions of alcohol/drug use.
⋆˙⟡ — word count: 790
⋆˙⟡ — dividers are by @enchanthings!
i'm thinking out waking up next to denki after a particularly rowdy night out.
when you pull your eyes open, practically crusted shut from the running mascara and eyeliner you neglected to take off from the night prior, the yellow sun shines all too bright through his bedroom window.
fuck, did i leave the blinds open last night?
you let out a small groan as pangs of tension run through your head and neck, you definitely did not drink enough water to balance out the shotgun races that you and kirishima had far too many of. the sickly and tart, fruity flavor still lingered in the back of your throat and the smell of your leftover drink on the nightstand nearly made you gag.
your senses felt a little too much but not enough at the same time. pinching the bridge of your nose with squinted eyes, you really needed to pee.
sitting up with a slight strain, you're reminded of the whole ass man laying next to you. laying next to you naked.
"fuck." you whisper a little too loudly, enough to stir the golden yellow hair barely poking out from the pillow covering his entire head.
you pull the comforter up to cover your exposed upper body as if all hadn't been revealed a mere few hours ago.
"well good morning pretty girl," he finally says, resting his cheek on his forearm, the pillow now shoved beneath him.
looking up at you with half open eyes, a knowing smile, bed head perfectly tousled, he looked far too good for someone that had too many drinks to count on one hand the night prior.
your throat catches a bit. "i uh- hi. i gotta pee so um..." you say, trying to avoid meeting the eyes staring at you, practically shining in the morning light.
"go piss girl, don't let me hold you back," he shifts form his stomach to his side propping himself up, comforter slipping lower down his body as you try to pull it up.
"i'm uh, naked."
"cool. even better," he smiles, "nothing i haven't seen babe. you didn't seem to care very much about hiding your tits from me last ni-"
you launch your pillow into his face and take the opportunity to run to the bathroom, grabbing any possible shirt and underwear combination possible on the way. his t-shirt and a thong. exactly what you need on this fine hugger morning.
as you're washing your hands, the bathroom door creaks open to reveal a certain denki kaminari. a certain denki kaminari that is still in fact naked.
"denki what the fuck!" you exclaim.
"so you can piss but i can't?" he says too calmly, shuffling over to the toilet, "you're lucky you're cute."
"shut it, i have two days worth of makeup on my face and smell like a rotting beer," you say, attempting to brush you hair into some order.
"okay and?" he says with far too much sass for someone who begged you to sit on his face a few hours ago, "i'll tap that again right now wanna make a bet?'
"jesus christ. i'm gonna make my bed and you are not going to mess it up again," you say sternly, pointing a finger.
"whatever you say, doll," he smirks to himself and finishes his business as you leave the bathroom.
just as you finished putting the pillows back on the bed, half of which were thrown about in the heat of things, denki steps out of the bathroom, now with a pair of boxers hanging low on his hip bones.
"this is like straight out of a porno," he stops in his tracks. "you bent over like that, in my shirt, no pants, who told you to look so good?" he steps behind you, hands immediately shooting to your hips.
"who told you to be like a horny teenage boy literally at every waking moment?" you retort, throwing down the last pillow and turning around to face him, chests practically pressed together with his hands moving to your ass.
"i never claimed to be something i'm not," he grins back, "but we've been awake for this long and i haven't gotten a good morning kiss, how inconsiderate hun," he tilts his head to the side.
"...talking to me like like i'm yours. you've gotta show me what you got before you call me hun, kaminari," you lightly pushed past him to leave the bedroom, adding a little intentional sway to your hips, knowing he'd be practically drooling and licking the floor behind you.
he speeds up to you, spinning you around to press you against the wall.
"oh i can show you hun. won't even have to mess up the bed."
⋆˙⟡ — disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
fake dating wasn't on your holiday to-do list—until sero invited you home for tamales and chaos
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you regretted this the moment you stepped out of the dormitory and into the sharp chill of mid-december air, a duffel bag hanging off one shoulder and your dignity already teetering on the edge. trailing beside you was hanta sero, practically vibrating with the smug energy of a man who had just talked his best friend into making the worst decision of her academic career.
and technically, he had.
somewhere between his mother's increasingly invasive matchmaking attempts and his inability to say the word "no" like a normal person, he'd decided the solution was to invent a girlfriend. and of course, of course, he'd chosen you.
"come on," he said now, as a cab idled at the curb, white exhaust curling into the crisp air like smoke from a slow-burning disaster. "tell me this won't be fun. just a little bit."
"i think i'm too emotionally aware to find this fun," you muttered, hoisting your bag into the trunk as he leaned beside you with his usual careless grace.
sero grinned—that unbothered, insufferably pretty grin that always made it harder to stay annoyed with him for long. "emotionally aware, huh? sounds like you're already getting into character."
you leveled him with a look. "if i'm your girlfriend, you're going to need to stop flirting like a golden retriever with a god complex."
"babe," he said, slipping into the backseat beside you with the kind of unearned confidence that should have come with a warning label, "flirting is literally how i survive in social settings. don't take this from me."
you stared out the window, hoping the freezing glass would cool the creeping warmth crawling up your neck. "we're not actually dating, hanta."
"right," he said, and he sounded amused, not wounded. "but we could be really good at it."
you didn't answer. he didn't press.
the cab pulled away from the dorms, and for a moment the silence between you was companionable, like it always had been. you'd known sero for years now—long enough to understand that his laid-back demeanor was as real as it was performative. he was the kind of person who made a room feel lighter just by being in it, but who also knew the weight of silence better than most people ever would.
he didn't make you feel like you had to be anyone but yourself. and that, unfortunately, was the root of the problem.
somewhere along the road from "we're just friends" to "please pretend to be my girlfriend so my mom stops trying to marry me off," things had started to shift.
not all at once. not obviously.
but they shifted.
now he was dozing beside you, his head tilted toward your shoulder, and every bump in the road made him inch closer. you should have nudged him off. you should have drawn the line.
but you didn't.
instead, you studied the soft lines of his face—the relaxed set of his mouth, the faint crease between his brows like his dreams were just a little too fast for his thoughts to catch—and you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.
by the time the cab slowed, the sun had dipped low, casting golden light over a neighborhood that looked far too idyllic to be real. sero's house was two stories of warmth and welcome: string lights curled along the porch railing, a wreath hung slightly crooked on the front door, and smoke drifted lazily from a chimney that promised something warm inside.
standing at the threshold was a woman with sharp eyes, a kind smile, and the unmistakable aura of someone who could both bake you cookies and emotionally destroy you in the same breath.
sero's mother.
you froze.
he didn't.
without hesitation, sero leaned in, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. his voice dipped just low enough for only you to hear. "smile like you love me."
then he reached for your hand.
his fingers, long and warm, laced effortlessly through yours.
you didn't pull away.
and that was the moment—standing at the edge of his childhood, your fingers locked in his, heart skipping in the kind of rhythm you weren't prepared for—that you realized you were in far more danger than you thought.
because part of you didn't want to let go.
the cab hadn't even rolled to a full stop before sero's mom was standing in front of it, arms crossed, eyes already locked onto her target like a seasoned general. you had seen pictures, sure—sero had shown you a few over lunch one day, swiping through images of his mom with an almost reverent fondness—but none of them did her justice.
she was radiant. that was the first word that came to mind. not in some soft, dreamy way, but in the sharp, unmistakable warmth of someone who had mastered the art of existing unapologetically. she had a scarf looped carelessly around her neck, dark hair pinned up with wisps escaping, and that immediate, unnerving energy unique to mothers who know everything before you say a word.
"hanta," she said brightly as you approached. "you took forever, mijo. i was about to call."
and then her eyes slid to you.
her whole face changed.
"qué linda," she said, stepping down toward you without hesitation. "you're even prettier than the pictures."
you opened your mouth to answer—say something polite, maybe even charming—but instead you were pulled into a hug so warm and familiar you forgot how to speak altogether.
she smelled like cinnamon and butter, like café and home. her arms wrapped around you without hesitation, solid and reassuring, and you blinked twice before realizing she wasn't letting go just yet.
she pulled back, hands on your shoulders, eyes scanning your face with curiosity. "how old are you, mija?"
"seventeen," you managed. "ua student. same class as hanta."
"top twenty," sero chimed from behind you, proud and useless.
his mom smiled wider. "good. you'll need that to keep up with him. he talks too much."
"i'm right here," sero said, offended.
"and what's your quirk, sweetheart?" she asked, guiding you inside like she owned every molecule of the house—which she probably did.
"just a luck quirk," you replied. "it's not anything big or flashy."
"flashy's overrated," she said. "flashy gets you on magazine covers, but smart keeps you alive. hanta could use some of that balance."
sero made a wounded noise. "i'm right here."
you stepped into the house and tried not to gape. it was warm and lived-in, with mismatched furniture and soft lights, and framed photos in every direction. you passed at least three different versions of baby sero—one with cake on his face, one dressed as a shark, and one in a tiny suit looking like he'd lost a bet.
you were immediately ushered to the couch, where sero flopped down beside you like he'd done this a thousand times. his arm stretched along the back of the cushions behind you, easy and casual, but you felt the heat of it like a brand against your neck.
his mom sat in the armchair across from you, one leg crossed, hands folded, expression deceptively pleasant.
"so," she said. "how long have you two been together?"
"six months," you and sero answered in unison.
your eyes met. you both smiled.
it was practiced, but god—it didn't feel like a lie.
"how'd you meet?" she asked next.
sero leaned forward like he was telling a secret. "training. she beat up kaminari. i've never recovered."
you tried not to laugh. "he followed me around for a week."
"i was courting you."
"you were loitering near vending machines."
"i was being persistent," he corrected. "it worked, didn't it?"
his mom watched you both, eyes narrowed just enough to make you sweat.
"and what do you like about my son?" she asked you, suddenly.
your mouth went dry.
sero glanced sideways, surprised.
but the answer came easy.
"he's reliable. and funny. and he listens—really listens. like you're the only person in the room."
you could feel sero's eyes on you, and the room felt warmer than it had a second ago.
"he's easy to be around," you said, a little softer now. "i feel like i can breathe near him."
a long silence stretched across the room.
then sero bumped your shoulder with his own, voice low. "you're not supposed to make me blush in front of my mom."
his mom smiled, pleased. "i like you."
you smiled back, because how could you not. "thank you."
"i made tamales," she said, rising to her feet. "sit tight. i'll get you a plate."
"do you need help—?" you started, half-standing.
"no, no. you're a guest. you sit and let yourself be adored."
she vanished into the kitchen with surprising speed.
the moment she was out of earshot, you collapsed sideways onto the couch.
"i blacked out," you whispered. "what did i even say?"
"that i'm amazing and you love being around me," sero said smugly.
you shot him a look.
he leaned a little closer, voice dropping. "also, you were adorable. you didn't have to go that hard. i almost forgot it was fake."
you didn't answer.
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dinner came after a comfortable lull in the afternoon—just enough time for you to grow used to the house's warmth, the quiet hum of kitchen sounds, and the sound of sero humming to himself as he helped his mom plate tamales. there was something undeniably domestic about it—watching him lean over the counter, sleeves pushed up, swiping a bit of masa from the corner of a dish with a grin when he thought no one was watching.
you caught yourself watching.
a little too long.
and when he turned around and caught your eye, offering you a wink that made your stomach stutter—you looked away, pretending to study the wall like it had secrets.
the house filled slowly with more noise, more feet, more voices. by the time dinner was ready, the table was surrounded by people—his siblings, all younger, all chaos incarnate. there were five in total, ranging from what looked like barely ten to maybe sixteen. all of them clearly adored sero, and all of them clearly had a thousand questions about you.
"are you really his girlfriend?" one of the younger girls asked, blinking up at you from her seat at the far end of the table.
sero, already sitting beside you, reached for your hand under the table without hesitation. "of course she is," he said easily. "she puts up with me. that's gotta mean something."
you glanced sideways, surprised by the way his thumb started tracing circles into your palm. his fingers were warm, his grip relaxed, like this was a habit and not a performance. your first instinct was to pull away—but you didn't. you let him hold on.
"do you like him?" one of the boys asked bluntly, somewhere between a dare and a test.
you looked over at sero, who was already looking at you.
and the smile that spread across his face wasn't teasing. it wasn't even smug.
it was soft.
"i do," you said honestly. "he's easy to like."
one of his sisters actually swooned.
their mother returned from the kitchen, a stack of warm plates balanced in her arms. "aye, look at you two," she said fondly, setting down the food. "you look like you've been married five years already."
sero snorted. "that's because she already tells me what to do."
"someone has to," you said, nudging his leg under the table.
his knee pressed into yours and didn't move.
the meal began in full, voices rising over each other, stories flying back and forth like birds across the table. tamales were unwrapped, passed down, devoured. rice and beans steamed in bowls at the center. someone spilled horchata and got teased for it for fifteen minutes straight.
sero kept his hand under the table the entire time.
sometimes on your knee. sometimes brushing your fingers. once, briefly, resting on your thigh with a touch so casual and confident you forgot how to breathe for a second.
"so how did you know?" his mom asked halfway through the meal, raising an eyebrow. "that you liked each other, i mean."
you blinked. "um."
sero didn't miss a beat.
"she made this face at me once," he said, totally serious. "during training. right after i got my ass handed to me. and i thought—yeah. i'd let her ruin my life."
you choked on a sip of water. "that's not what happened."
"you raised your eyebrow," he insisted, "like i was both impressive and pathetic. it was very motivating."
"you were bleeding."
"romance is about timing."
the table erupted in laughter.
"you're ridiculous," you muttered, but there was no bite to it. you felt lightheaded from smiling too much.
his younger sister leaned over the table toward you. "you make him less annoying," she said seriously. "he's, like, way less weird with you here."
"he's still weird," someone else muttered.
"hey," sero said, deeply offended. "i'm the glue of this household."
"you're the glitter glue," one of the boys shot back. "unnecessary and all over everything."
the conversation swirled, but it was warm. easy. you felt like you'd slipped into a rhythm you hadn't known you were missing. sero's family didn't make you feel like an outsider. if anything, they treated you like a permanent fixture—like they already liked you, just because he did.
and sero—he kept looking at you.
in the quiet moments between bites. when you laughed at something his brother said. when you wiped your fingers on your napkin and he passed you your drink like he'd already anticipated you'd reach for it.
"you're really good at this," you whispered during a lull, leaning in.
"at what?" he asked, voice low, chin tilted toward you.
"this," you said. "pretending."
his eyes flicked down to your mouth, just for a second.
"what can i say," he said quietly. "i'm something of an actor."
you snickered.
and then his mom called your name from across the table.
"you like dessert, mija?" she asked, already bringing out the plates.
you blinked twice before answering, forcing a smile. "of course. thank you."
sero didn't look away from you for a long time.
dinner had long ended. the noise had faded. sero's house, once pulsing with overlapping voices and clattering plates, now thrummed with a different kind of energy—low, contented, quiet.
his siblings had scattered, full-bellied and sugar-sticky, off to bedrooms and couches and wherever else they disappeared to in the evening. someone had turned on a dusty old playlist in the den, and the soft hum of vintage boleros curled through the walls like warmth that refused to die.
you stood in the hallway between the dining room and the back door, hovering in the in-between of things: of conversations and thoughts, of what was real and what had only started out that way.
you weren't sure what to do with your hands.
or your heart.
sero appeared beside you like he always did—quiet-footed and comfortably close, smelling faintly of soap and masa and something sweet from dessert you hadn't caught the name of. his sleeves were still pushed up, revealing his forearms, and you hated that you were looking at them. not because they weren't worth looking at—they were—but because it meant your guard was down. again.
"come on," he said softly. "balcony?"
you didn't answer. you just nodded and followed.
the air outside was sharp and clean. the kind of cold that wakes you up without being cruel. you wrapped your arms around yourself more out of instinct than discomfort. the balcony was small, with a windchime shaped like a lizard hanging from the overhang, and a view of soft suburban rooftops and yellow windows scattered like lanterns across the horizon.
you leaned against the wooden railing. he did the same.
neither of you spoke.
you were too full of the evening. of tamales and laughter. of too much touch under the table. of words you'd said with a smile that weren't lies—but weren't supposed to be true either.
the problem wasn't pretending.
the problem was that pretending didn't feel like pretending anymore.
you didn't know when it had changed. maybe it was gradual—each time he laced his fingers through yours without asking, or rested his hand on your thigh mid-story, or offered you a grin across the table that was so familiar, so soft, you forgot why you were here in the first place.
but it hit you now, standing beside him in the chill—this unshakable, irreversible knowledge:
you were in love with him.
god, you were in love with hanta sero.
not just in a surface-level, crush-colored way. not just in the i-like-how-he-makes-me-laugh way. it was deeper than that. older. something that had snuck in when you weren't looking and taken root so quietly you hadn't noticed until it was everywhere.
you were in love with the way he held space. with the way he listened without trying to fix you. with the way he let the world land on him lightly, and still carried it in both hands when it mattered.
you were in love with someone who didn't even know you weren't faking anymore.
you exhaled.
"you're quiet," he said, not looking at you. "regretting it already?"
you shook your head. "no. it's just... weird how easy it was. with your family."
he hummed. "they like you."
"they liked that i made you less annoying."
"that is the highest compliment in my house."
you smiled, faint. "they're sweet. loud, but sweet."
"you kept up fine."
"i think i blacked out for half of it."
"you were golden," he said, softer now. "you always are."
you turned toward him slowly.
the lights from the kitchen spilled faintly through the curtains behind you, catching just enough of his face for you to see how relaxed he looked. how present. how close.
you swallowed.
"hanta?"
he looked over at you, brows raised. "yeah?"
there was a beat of silence.
"i don't know how to lie to you," you said.
he blinked once.
then again, slower.
"what?"
"i mean," you continued, hands curling around the edge of the railing. "i've been trying. all day. and i thought i could. i thought i could pull it off—play the part, pretend—but then we got here, and your mom hugged me, and you touched my hand under the table, and i just... i don't know when it stopped being a bit."
his eyes searched your face like he was looking for something he'd already lost.
"hanta," you said again. "i'm in love with you."
his face froze.
the air between you seemed to still. the windchime didn't move. the whole world narrowed into this one pinpoint moment, bright and fragile and terrifying.
he stepped back—just barely.
"you don't have to keep pretending," he said. carefully. cautiously. "no one's watching anymore. you can drop it."
you stared at him.
"i'm not pretending," you said.
another beat. a sharp exhale.
his lips parted slightly. his brows furrowed, not in confusion, but in disbelief. in the kind of fear that came from wanting something too much and being afraid to reach for it.
"you're serious."
"i've never been more serious about anything in my life."
sero let out a long, shaky laugh. it cracked halfway through.
"say it again," he whispered.
"i'm in love with you."
and this time, you reached for him.
your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, and you felt the moment he melted—slow and overwhelmed, the way something melts that's been cold for too long.
"you've got to be kidding me," he muttered, leaning into your touch. "i thought—god, i thought i was the only one losing my mind over this."
you smiled, eyes stinging.
"you weren't."
"i've been in love with you since second year," he admitted, voice breaking a little. "you kissed my cheek that one time after i carried your books back from the nurse's office, and i nearly died. like, actual cardiac arrest."
"that was a year ago."
"welcome to my long, slow descent into insanity."
you laughed, quiet and ridiculous.
and then he kissed you.
it wasn't rushed. wasn't showy. it wasn't a fireworks-and-credits-roll kiss.
it was the kind that happened in doorways, in hallways, in quiet rooms where hearts beat too loud. the kind that changed nothing and everything all at once.
he kissed you like he meant it.
you kissed him like you'd been waiting your whole life to.
when you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours.
"you're real?" you whispered, breath catching.
"i better be," he said. "otherwise you've just confessed to a figment of your imagination."
you swallowed a grin.
his thumb traced your cheek.
"i thought this would end in disaster," he said quietly. "that pretending would ruin everything."
⋆˙⟡ — author's note: about time i wrote for this motherfucker. i could probably write a part 2 of just katsuki headcanons but i have requests and some one-shots to get through. enjoy your bakugou!
⋆˙⟡ — cw: swearing, he throws up (it'll make sense i swear), i go hard on him but i love him I swear to god.
⋆˙⟡ — word count: 646
⋆˙⟡ — dividers are by @hyuneskkami!
starting off strong, he either sleeps completely naked or completely clothed, socks and everything.
he really needs glasses but would rather die than wear them. the last pair he had was from when he was like 12 and he will ONLY wear them when his head starts to hurt from squinting while he studies.
also had braces as a kid, he takes exceptional care of his teeth. his skin is very acne prone but he has a secret stash of pimple patches and skin care.
snores. snores SO bad. he has a deviated septum and sleep apnea. deathly combo.
he also has one singular pillow on his bed and sleeps with just a sheet because he runs hot.
he has a secret tiktok so he knows what the hell the goons™ are talking about.
he really does enjoy hanging out with everyone (most of the time until denki starts his shit.)
he is super intuitive and picks up on every little thing. mina did her hair differently, ochaco was more talkative in class today, izuku's shoe is untied, dumbass.
he is a listener, not a talker. he just soaks everything up like a sponge. when he gets close with someone and they have serious conversations, he's there to listen.
his book bag is super unorganized, but he knows where each individual item is.
he also owns a lot of clothes (mostly sent by his parents) but switches between like 4 t-shirts and 3 pairs of pants regularly.
he reprimands his friends for drinking soda but will chug an energy drink everyday like it's nothing. his favorite is alani but he wouldn't be caught dead.
bro so has a peanut allergy. like don't even try to argue.
he also never eats breakfast even though he knows he should, he just doesn't have an appetite in the morning.
we all know he gets sweaty as hell but we can't ignore how stinky bro would be. i know his BO would be crazy. he also still hasn't given up the axe deodorant.
his phone is always cracked beyond hell because he refuses to get a phone case. he doesn't use headphones if he actually listens to music because he says they make his ears ring bad.
speaking of which, tinnitus is part of the reason he has trouble sleeping sometimes.
mina got everyone little embroidery floss friendship bracelets and he still hasn't taken it off because he "keeps forgetting to."
he's one of those people that hasn't seen ANY movies or shows. kaminari and sero are like "the FUCK you mean you haven't seen the godfather???? jaws, you've seen jaws."
"no."
"nightmare on elm street?"
"no."
"man what the fuck have you been doing with your life." kami and sero shared a look of sorrow. "we're not mad bakugou just disappointed."
they soon would force katsuki into weekly movie nights to culture him.
he eats extremely well, but can FUCK UP a whole bag of takis.
part of the reason he goes to bed so early Is because actually just loves laying in bed. like, he'll do that thing were he starts to kick his feet and get excited when he lays down all comfy but then realizes what the hell he's doing and composes himself.
he gets carsick really easily and has forced sero to pull over multiple times so he can throw up on the side of the road.
"why was it so red." kaminari asks in fear.
"shut it. takis. drive, soy sauce."
he dozed off in class ONE TIME. there are multiple pictures from multiple angles and everyone's phones which have been edited with various objects in his open mouth.
his friends will find any excuse to continue to edit the photo and bring it up as a reaction image over text or directly to his face. they will find any excuse to troll him.
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bsf kiri seems like the friend you can watch those ingrown hair removal videos with lol 😭
one thousand million percent.
"ouuu that's a good one." he'd say when a particularly gnarly one comes up. you'd be laying on your backs with his head halfway on your shoulder as you held your phone lazily against your stomach.
i'm talking like double chins out shamelessly and laying on each other. you're COMFY comfy with each other.
OMGGGG kirishima as your bestfriend is so cute 🥹🥹🥹🥹 but what if he's pining ..??!? has a cute little crush on you aww
eijirou kirishima has a lil crush on you - bsf headcanons continued! ✩࿐࿔
⋆˙⟡ — thank you anon! lowkey i had him crushing in mind when i was writing the best friend kiri headcanons but wanted to keep it platonic. now i'll let 'em rip.
⋆˙⟡ — cw: sfw, fluff, bro is down bad, x reader, swearing
⋆˙⟡ — word count: 591
⋆˙⟡ — dividers are by @anitalenia!
to be honest, he didn't even realize he liked you at first.
he just really admired you for your strength, smarts, hard work, and drive for success in everything that you do.
it was just a fleeting thought that you happened to be the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
eijirou's lively and charismatic personality won't change when he's around you, but he will turn into a pile of mush after you guys go to your respective rooms.
he will still walk you to class everyday, pick up a little treat for you for breakfast, and goof off with you in class, but his heart will skip an extra beat every time.
seeing you walk down to the common room, still in your pajamas, hair tousled and eyes filled with remnants of sleep, he forgets that anything or anyone else in the room exists before you greet him with a simple hello to snap him out of it.
when you train together and your bodies bump a little closer together, he loses his focus.
when you jokingly call him and his hair dumb, it still happens to be the best thing he's ever heard.
with you sitting behind him in class, he sits a little straighter, a little taller, but still turns around every other minute to giggle with you and hear him make you laugh.
when you sit in bed watching movie after movie, all he can think about is what it would be like to forget about the movie and kiss you senseless.
he's never kissed anyone before, and that makes him nervous.
he knows you would never try to hurt him, but the idea of confessing to you and you rejecting him makes him more anxious than he's ever been.
he will talk quietly to himself in the bathroom mirror trying to hype himself up to ask you out because it's the manly thing to do. according to his rules he has been very unmanly for a while now.
the one time he tried to get advice from bakugou all he got was, "i don't fucking know dipshit. just don't talk to the spark plug about it cuz he'll try to race you to 'em."
he's tried to casually bring it up to you a few times, but all the words start to crunch together and his face turns uncontrollably hot and just about matches the color of his hair.
"so... if someone were to ask you out on a date how would you want them to?"
"what's your perfect date night?"
he knows that you've had fleeting crushes and a few dates every now and then, so he tries to play it off like he's curious about someone else.
"i'm just trying to get information for a, uhh, survey! or um, kaminari needed a wing man, he's uhh, y'know. doing his thing." he'd say awkwardly, diverting eye contact and rubbing the back of his searing neck.
when the rest of the guys find out that he has a crush on you (bakugou managed to let it out) kirishima gets several slightly jealous big pats on the back.
when he finally does confess, he's got the red roses, the chocolates, and the shaking knees of a scared man.
"hi y/n." *humongous gulp* "date? me? uh. do you want to go on a date with me?"
"of course, eijirou. i would lov-"
"about damn time you DUMBASSES. you've been giving each other the mushy gushy goo goo eyes for months now. just fuckin' KISS."
"sorry about him."
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⤷ izuku midoriya
soldier, poet, king ❤︎ ༄ ʚɞ
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» posted: 6/6/25
» updated: 10/6/25
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Your headcanons are so good!! Can I request one where Kirishima is your best friend? What would it be like being a class 1-a student with him and living the dorms and all of that! Thank you in advance, have a great day ❤️
eijirou kirishima is your best friend - headcanons ✩࿐࿔
⋆˙⟡ — author's note: thank you for the request, anon! kiri is the certified best friend ever and i would actually die for him with no questions asked. i hope you enjoy!
⋆˙⟡ — cw: sfw, swearing
⋆˙⟡ — word count: 478
⋆˙⟡ — dividers are by @cursed-carmine on tumblr!
it's hard to not be friends with eijirou kirishima.
his kindness, chivalry, and passion goes tenfold when your name comes up in conversation. it's always, "y/n would love that!" and, "next time y/n and i hang out we've gotta try that."
he will greet you each morning, walk to class with you, and train with you with no questions asked.
but being his best friend is a whole other ballpark.
after months of knowing each other, hanging out practically every day, it wasn't hard to reach the best friend status.
"does my hair look dumb toda-"
"yeah." kiri replies without even looking up from his phone.
"man what the fuck."
you sit behind him in class and constantly complain with joking menace about not being able to see past his spiky ass hair, but when you're bored from aizawa's seemingly endless drone you try to pierce sticky notes on the end of his hair to see how many you can get on there before he notices.
multiple times every day he will turn back to you with the look of "wtf is bro yapping about," and you'll just have to hit him with the blank state of despair.
the only time when each of your single brain cells bonk together is on the practice field, and even that is a stretch. he will always push and encourage you to work harder and do one more rep.
kiri trains hard, but when you're around the only workout he's getting is his abs cramping from laughing too hard.
it seems like his energy is practically endless, and after a hard day of training he will always race you back to the locker rooms and he will always let you win no matter how tired you were.
the two of you will FEAST every night. if food is ordered there's always a double portion for him and he'll still pick off your plate.
he really doesn't use social media very much but he will participate in silly tiktok trends as long as it makes you happy, even though he doesn't understand them. he did dress up as pitbull with you. bald cap and all.
whenever he's out, if he sees something that reminds him of you he will immediately buy it.
"y/n! i got this for you!"
"eijirou this is an avocado."
"i saw you watching those toast videos on tiktok! you can make your own now."
the two of you will attempt (emphasis on attempt) to study for upcoming exams but it will very quickly turn into barging into bakugou's dorm to torment him and make him to it.
you guys really like playing old nintendo 64 or SNES games. he actually really loves the original donkey kong and has a vintage atari system in his room.
being best friends with kirishima is a truly a treat.
⋆˙⟡ — disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
soldier, poet, king - k. bakugou, i. midoriya, s. todoroki ✩࿐࿔
͙͘͡ ★ author's note: i loooooove the fantasy AU sm. bard/knight kats on top. requests are open!
͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, fantasy AU, mentions of death/killing, blood
͙͘͡ ★ word count: 842
͙͘͡ ★ dividers by @strangergraphics @sweetmelodygraphics @sister-lucifer on tumblr! inspired by the song "soldier, poet, king" by the oh hello's!
"there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, lord."
some people may see him as a villain. others will praise him as their hero. all katsuki bakugou did was return the disservice the king did to his family and so many others.
labored breathing threatened to break the stoic expression masking anxiety as his chest rose and fell with fiery vigor in his lungs. the fur cape surrounding his shoulders suddenly becoming all to hot.;
'wanted' posts littered the corners of every village path, tavern wall, and empty cavern of the kingdom. the young man's stare burning into passerby of the kingdom that wronged him.
the king had been unjust, cruel, and downright treasonous.
bakugou was the one courageous enough to do something about it.
the trees were doing little to hide him, relying on the shade of the shimmerfruit trees and cursing the sun for her bright summer's light.
each footstep led him further away from the kingdom. he was far enough now to maintain a somewhat leisurely pace.
trudging further to the next town over would be too dangerous, he had to travel divisively.
the forest was quiet, save for the wild rabbits and deer that trotted about as he left behind a feeble trail of shells from the peasant's rations he had swiped before his escape
exhausted from the day's travel, he situated himself behind a caved in tree, taller than most men would ever see in their lives. it must've been enchanted to flourish as it did.
when he closed his eyes for the first time in nearly a full day, sleep came easy to him for once.
"there will come a poet whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, lord."
the warm spring day left a certain glow to izuku midoriya's freckled skin as he exited his elkenwood cottage, spell books in hand.
it was a beautiful day to head to the middle village market- for the oddinberry merchant was in town and he had a plethora of potions, and of course soups, to carefully make.
he strolled down the hand-placed stone path, humming a tune that disappeared with the afternoon breeze.
the flowers and ferns swayed with his steps as he whispered a small charm to help them flourish.
his journey was not to be long, maybe slightly less than an hour to the middle villa- crunch.
izuku stopped in his tracks. a small pile of ester nut shells laid sprinkled about the stony path.
must be the rabbits, i'll have to get them something better to feed on, izuku thought to himself but carried on.
a few more minutes walk led him to his enchanting cellar, tucked within a rosewood tree that he successfully used his first gigantus spell on.
he stopped in his tracks. someone was there.
blonde hair damped by grease of the day and dirt laid peacefully along the deep pink bark with a nice contrast.
he took a step forward to peek around and see the face that belonged to the hair.
oh gods.
his journey to the middle village was about to take a much longer route.
"there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like david's boy, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, lord."
the boy was still just that, a boy. and by the age of 18 he faced a whole kingdom below him.
the scarred prince had become a king in a matter of minutes from the slash of a blade and swish of a cape in the shadows.
shoto todoroki of the all-powerful todoroki house knew he should be wallowing over the slaughter of his own father the evening prior, but he could only find his head spinning over finally being required to fulfill his role as heir to king enji todoroki.
he should have stepped down, ran away like his siblings, or simply disappeared to never be found.
he was not fit to rule a kingdom.
especially not one defined by the cruelty and corruption that his own held. everything about this was unjust.
"prince shoto, your highness, your coronation has been scheduled. you have 24 hours time to prepare your speech and plans as the new ruler of the todoroki house. you must make your father proud of you and fulfill his wishes," shoto's courtier spoke softly, but stern.
"i understand," the young man replied, avoiding eye contact to focus on the small smudges of oil and gravel on his regal hands.
"i will check on you promptly this evening to give you some time for grieving. take care of yourself," and the courtier promptly left.
shoto nodded, more so to himself, and stood up to peer out of his window.
he quickly shut the shutters, staring at their woodgrain pattern before turning quickly to the bedside drawer of matching material.
he carefully pulled its golden handle to reveal the small dagger his father passed down to him, splashed with oxidizing blood.
"he will tear your city down, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, lord."
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HAII ^^ can i request some headcanons on what it would be like to be part of the bakusquad ? i luvv how u characterize characters <33
being a part of the bakusquad headcanons ✩࿐࿔
͙͘͡ ★ author's note: thank you sm for the request anon!! i hope i can do it justice. bakusquad is bakugou, kirishima, sero, denki, and minaaaaa. requests are open!
͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, swearing, mentions of alcohol.
͙͘͡ ★ word count: 603
͙͘͡ ★ dividers by @cafekitsune on tumblr!
being sucked into the whirlwind of a friend group that happens to be the so-called bakusquad (much to it's namesake's dismay), each day brings a new possibility.
being greeted by mina by a knock on your door at the latest hours to paint your toenails and talk the craziest shit known to man. who's hot, who's not, drowning out the low murmur of 13 going on 30 and love island from your tv. she's always ready with hot glue and sequins to make the latest craft trends on tiktok.
kirishima waits for you by the front door every morning to walk you to class and catch up on the tea that he missed the previous night from mina. he is an honorary member of the girls. when the two of you hang out it's all about watching new anime and mocking them when needed. jojo's bizarre adventure is a joint favorite to make fun of but love at the same time.
sero likes to drag you guys out for morning hikes, with many complaints from denki. bakugou will huff but it'll quickly turn into a race for him to make it to the peak first. he always offers a cooldown afterwards with fast food to keep everyone happy. the two of you like to go on long rides with all the windows down blaring everything from taylor swift to radiohead and doing your best 2000's pop punk vocal impressions.
bakugou will greet you in passing each morning, which is a lot for him. sometimes he'll stop by your room to study because, "you're the only other one who fuckin' knows what's goin' on." he secretly just thinks it's nice to work alongside another person and corroborate ideas on paper and in the field.
denki will drag you anywhere and everywhere. sneaking out at 2am to go to the nearest walmart, laser tag and arcades where he always leaves butthurt after you show him what's up. you frequently watch old spongebob episodes and see whatever new games are on steam to try out together.
every friday night is what kirishima has proudly named family game night.
family game night includes several heated (sometimes physical) arguments over mario kart. it truly brings out the worst in people.
when the twister board gets laid out across the floor of whoever's poor soul is hosting that friday, it gets even more intense.
many of the colored circles have been blown through with crispy, blackened edges from bakugou's determined attempts to claim his victory. he never wins. he is about as flexible as a butter knife.
denki tries his hardest to get a couple six-packs back into the dorms. aizawa does in fact catch him every time. they've begun to build up in his own room, he doesn't know what tat kid is trying to drink.
despite friendships almost being broken over blue shells and a right hand on red, the night always ends with a pileup on the couch and a movie that kirishima never gets to pick- he always wants the avengers.
bakugou always heads back to his room before he actually falls asleep, far before anyone else. kirishima goes next, until you one by one drop like flies. it usually ends up with you and sero quietly trying to pick up trash and fold blankets without disturbing the sleeping crowd.
he'll always let you take whatever bed there is, opting for the floor among the tangled bodies below him because he's just too nice.
yet each night you fall asleep feeling the love from your friends. whether they're the type that admits it or not.
͙͘͡ ★ disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
͙͘͡ ★ author's note: sero my love. my light. i am taking requests for one shots and hc's!
͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, swearing.
͙͘͡ ★ word count: 522
͙͘͡ ★ dividers by @hyuneskkami on tumblr!
sero has always been tall, he towered over all of his classmates by second grade and was outrageously skinny. since UA he has been able to bulk up.
he has really prominent ears and teeth. his smile is big and bright, but he has a snaggletooth and a coupled other crooked ones but he has the most pure smile.
he carries like 3 things in his book bag at all times, a pencil, a comic book, and a bag of granola because, "you never know when you're gonna need it." obviously.
he hikes on weekends and half of his camera roll is just views from mountains and random plants.
he's more intelligent than he lets on to be an easily picks up on stuff, the effort for academics is just lacking.
his room is the ultimate space for hanging out with floor cushions, hanging chairs, and subtle incense roaming around the room.
sero wears his hair up a lot, just the longer parts in the back are tied because he doesn't like the way it gets caught under the collar of his shirts.
he's not super outgoing but is generally just a good guy that everyone gets along with. he is well respected and has a lot of friends, but is extremely loyal to his closest ones.
he is ALWAYS down to try new restaurants or hobbies that his friends are in to. basically just always there to have a good time.
he is the mediator of the group- when bakugou is ready to wring denki's neck out for saying something ridiculous sero can always bring down the situation. he is extremely grounded.
he isn't one to splurge on stuff very often but he does like to buy colognes. he finds that men's colognes are usually too musty and strong so he usually opts for a fresh, citrusy, unisex scent. he always smells SO damn good.
he definitely uses his quirk to just hang around sometimes instead of a hammock (which he owns.)
he's actually pretty handy and does will with carpentry or work like painting and construction. he's had to fix many chair legs and lamps before aizawa found out after everyone got too rowdy.
despite how chill he is, he definitely shares memes back and forth with denki in the class group chat just to piss of bakugou and iida.
he plays roblox and minecraft with denki, mina, and kirishima a lot. the one time bakugou actually accepted the invite he got pissed off because he couldn't figure out how to control the character in roblox and that his dress to impress outfit didn't win.
he is a lover of board games.
he is so fuckin funny and basically lives to make his friends laugh.
tells his friends he loves them every night.
he has a funky lil pet like a gecko or turtle with a name like cheese.
i bet he do some weird shit like wiggling his ears or a backbend where he can put his head through his legs.
early in UA before any relationships he had HOOOOOEEEESSSS. now that he's older he has significantly calmed down.
͙͘͡ ★ disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!
͙͘͡ ★ author's note: here's a lil drabble! sero hc's will be coming soon but here's a little one to start out. MDNI.
͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, fluff but very suggestive, alcohol, undressing, swearing, x reader, all characters are aged up to early/mid twenties, pro hero sero.
͙͘͡ ★ word count: 739
͙͘͡ ★ dividers are by @elleisdesigning here on tumblr!
it was just so hot.
the air was thick, you could practically feel it clinging to you among the sweat that lined your brow and just about every other part of your body.
the soft pleather of the couch stuck to your exposed skin as you aimlessly clicked through your netflix recommendations, throwing on a random rom-com before cranking the box fan on the table next to you even stronger.
the water in the glass you held had more condensation in small droplets on the outside than sweet relief on the inside, but nothing could quench your thirst.
after a long day of work it was hard to even relax with weather like this, because it was just so hot.
when your apartment door swung open after a fit of jangling keys, the hot air blew in along with your soaking wet boyfriend in tow.
"holy fuck," hanta huffed under his breath, wiping his forehead with the back of his forearm and throwing his keys and bag onto a table in the entryway.
his hero costume was long gone, replaced with loose linen shorts, a plain t-shirt, and brown sandals that were less than gracefully being kicked off his tired feet.
you hadn't said anything yet as he trudged over to you on the couch, kissing you on the forehead and flopping down next to you.
"i think i'm starting to evaporate," you mumbled as you turned your head to the tall man next to you, looking up at his side profile being blanketed by the looming summer sun as he stared ahead at the tv.
he met your eyes. "i left kaminari as a puddle on the sidewalk earlier. i'll just say it was a long day," he said reaching out to move a loose hair of your face with a tired smile.
"i can't imagine how it was being trapped in your work uniform all day. do you want a drink?" you smiled back, leaning into his touch to leave a peck on his hand.
"those are the best words i have heard all day. yes please." hanta said, closing his eyes and leaning his head down on top of yours with your arms pressed together.
you stood up, the back of your thighs making a striking sound as they peeled off the couch below you. "too hot. you are a human heater, han. 3 feet apart at all times or else we will stick together," you said with mock force as you shuffled to the fridge to retrieve a beautifully cold beer and a glass of lemonade.
"that doesn't sound like such a bad thing," he responded with a hint of a smile on his lips.
you walked back around the couch, pressing the cold can on the back of sero's simmering neck before dropping it into his lap.
he cracked open the can, practically moaning at the crisp but savory flavor of the beverage.
you sat closer to the fan, leaving a gap between the two of you to prevent the aforementioned sticking.
sero shifted closer.
"han," you warned, side-eyeing him.
"huh?" he innocently chimed.
"no sticky."
he began to lift his dampened shirt off of his toned upper body.
"aw come on," he grinned, throwing his shirt on to the floor beside him. "you know if you're really that hot maybe you should take your shirt off too. it's not doing any good here."
you glared with false menace at him, "if you try to go where i think you're going we will both pass out." he tugged at the hem of your t-shirt, using it to pull you closer to him.
he gazed at you, even closer than before as you began to (almost literally) melt into him as he helped you tug your shirt off over your head. you wouldn't admit that you immediately felt the relief of having the cotton death trap over you.
"you bet i can get your shorts off too? you're already halfway there." he smirked.
you smacked his side but soon ran your hand up and down his lean but muscular figure. "han, i don't know how you do it. so much for that long day."
"you're right baby, it's too hot out for all this. the only thing you should be wearing right now is our bed sheets," you rolled your eyes with a playful smile.
but you had to admit, he was just so hot.
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