Can I just say, whenever you write for Hero and Mari, the fact that you have them think of each other as “her boy” and “his girl” is so adorable??? It makes me melt every single time,,, thank you for feeding the Heromari stans
Heromari my lil blorbos……That thought is actually at the crux of everything I write for them. They just always fit together, they were each other’s, and it wasn’t ever even questioned or commented on until suddenly it was ripped away from Hero. It’s like realizing you have two eyes or that you hear from two sides. Anyways nonnie I love you so take some more Heromari
Mari’s love language is really music in every shape. She has always kept little sticky notes around to write down lyrics she hears that remind her of Hero, and she sticks them up for him to find all the time. He never thought to save them, he thought he would just always have them. He regrets that a lot, and he has a notebook now that has some of the lyrics she gave him, but it’s never gonna be all of them
In the last year of her life Mari was always incredibly tired, doing way way too much, so Hero covered for her. He would let her sleep on the bus on the way to school and wake her up before they got there, take notes in Maris super specific color codings if she fell asleep during class, and generally act as a pillow whenever she needed. Most of their time alone was spent with Mari asleep, which she always felt she bad about but Hero didn’t mind. He just loved getting to be around her.
Just like Basil for Sunny, Hero was the one person Mari felt safe confiding in. She told him how stressed she was, and how badly she needed to be perfect. He would always tell her that she was perfect just as she was, that she didn’t need to be better or change. After she dies, he agonizes over saying that because he’s pretty sure it added to her worries, and only made things worse. He’s never gonna know that it was the one thing that actually made things a little easier
Everyone always said they had a favorite dress of Mari’s. Her mother and father loved her pure Snow White concert dress, Sunny liked the red checkered one that reminded him of their picnic basket, Aubrey liked the purple one that was the same color that Mari thought about dying her hair, and Kel liked the mismatched tie dye one that looked like paint was splattered all over.
Hero never had a favorite dress. Heros favorite of Mari’s outfits was the ripped grass stained jean cutoffs and ragged flannels that she wore when they went on secret dates to the spot behind the park. For some reason, it was only at those moments that Mari wore the clothes she “felt most comfortable wearing” but Hero never judged. Still it always felt special
