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. . . in which you and SERO are left behind for the duration of summer break and have to find some kind of trouble to get into . . . including but not limited to: friends to lovers, mutual pining, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns), brief non-sexual nudity, a little suggestive, 1 unserious suicide joke, u.a. college au (but it’s summer break), latino sero my king <3
🎫 now playing: swing lynn - harmless, last nite - the strokes, champagne coast - blood orange, kids - mgmt, summer girl - ian hugel, pool house - the backseat lovers, summerboy - lady gaga
it’s probably nearing a million degrees out (even though summer has barely begun), and you’re sitting in front of the fan staring at the most inactive group chat known to man.
seen by katsuki bakugou and five others.
if phones weren’t so expensive, you’d have thrown yours across the room by now.
movement, at long last! typing bubbles appear at the bottom of your screen, with sero’s photo icon attached. you wait. and wait. and wait…
men. you roll your eyes and click on the call icon instead.
“you type like a grandpa,” you say immediately upon hearing him pick up. hanta laughs.
“you didn’t give me five seconds to respond!”
“at least you were gonna,” you huff, irritation evident in your voice. you lean back to lay down, the hardwood floor blissfully cool on your sweaty back. “i know we’ve only been out of school for a week, but damn.”
“bored as hell?”
“as hell!” you exclaim your agreement. you heave a sigh, eyes wandering to your window where the sun is shining brightly through. “i know we made a whole bunch of plans to do stuff as a group this summer, but the thing is…well kaminari got dragged into visiting his relatives and kirishima and bakugou are on a trip together and mina…well, mina got a girlfriend. ‘nuff said.”
“so the two of us…?”
“are assed out.”
“utterly assed out,” he agrees. “‘pa la verga. hasta el chingado, even.”
both of you are quiet for another moment, nothing but the hum of summer bugs and telephone pole static to keep you company until hanta speaks again.
“well, i guess the two of us are gonna have to find some trouble to get into.”
the mischief in his voice makes you smile.
“this is a bad idea.”
it’s not that steep, you try reassure yourself (in vain) as you stare down the hill. it really isn’t, but with you and hanta on his (already battered) skateboard?
“this is a really bad idea.”
he grins, carefree as ever. “nah, it’ll be fun!”
his arm is steady around your waist as you both sit on the skateboard, inching closer to the hill’s slope. you’re halfway through a string of protests when hanta kicks off with a victorious cry that is immediately drowned out by your screams.
you don’t make it five feet before the skateboard swerves and you both go flying off in opposite directions, shrieking bloody murder, and land in a heap at the bottom of the hill.
you wait until the sky stops spinning before you lift your head. hanta looks about as wrecked as you feel.
“i told you this was a bad idea,” you grumble, propping yourself up on scraped elbows and wincing.
sero grins back, seemingly unbothered by the scrapes covering his body. “and i told you it’d be fun.”
you kick at him with sore legs and he rolls sluggishly, laughing in a daze as he slowly gets up to help you to your feet.
“c’mon, you can piggyback home.”
“hanta.”
he’s giving you that look, that one that means trouble.
“this is a bad idea.”
that’s becoming your catchphrase of the summer.
he’s still grinning, gaze fixed on the lake you two had stumbled upon during your late afternoon walk.
“i could go for a swim,” he says, like it’s nothing.
you cross your arms and deadpan. “you don’t know what’s in there!” you reply indignantly, gesturing at the lake. “what if it’s radioactive?”
this is obviously an exaggeration (it doesn’t look dirty, per se) but it’s not exactly a luxury swimming pool.
hanta laughs. “it’s not radioactive!”
“well, i don’t have my swimsuit,” you maintain stubbornly, further irritated by the sweat dripping down your neck.
hanta raises his eyebrows and his grin turns a little menacing as he looks you up and down. “no issue.”
“hanta! what if someone sees?!”
he shrugs. “we live in a suburban community and it’s the middle of summer, no one’s around.”
“i’m not getting in that water with you naked.”
“come onnn, if someone comes i promise i’ll cover you!” he insists, tugging on your sweaty palm.
you want to flip him off and keep walking but the wicked combination of the sweat still dripping down your neck, the bee that buzzes past your ear, and the almost adorable whining lilt to hanta’s voice has you caving with a huff.
“okay fine. but you get in first and don’t look until i’m in the water.”
he laughs again but he agrees. you turn your back while he strips (although he insists he doesn’t care if you see him or not), whooping as he takes to the water. you ensure his back is turned while you undress and hurry in after him, surprised by the refreshing cool of the lake.
hanta smiles again when you swim up to him, cheeks puffed and brow pinched.
“you better not be looking,” you warn.
“i’m not.”
and it’s true. his eyes are glued to yours, brown so deep it’s almost black. and still smiling. and not looking.
your cheeks begin to heat up and you splash water in his face to break his gaze, sputtering as he laughs and splashes back.
you two float around for a little while longer and scamper out once the sun begins to go down, trodding home in a stewing, soaking mess and laughing the whole way.
you know you should be asleep. it’s nearly four in the morning, all your lights are off and you’re in bed, face illuminated by the light of your phone. it’s fine, you tell yourself, you’ll go to bed soon, if you could just beat this level—
incoming call from: seronator 🖤
“i’m going to kill you.”
sero snorts on the other line. “perfect! i’m already outside.”
you jump out of bed and go to the window to find that hanta is, in fact, right under your window.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you demand into the phone in a whisper-yell. “it’s almost four!”
“couldn’t sleep,” he replies. “you gonna open the window or what?”
you flop back onto your bed and groan. “i hope you fall out of it.”
“aw, you know you don’t mean that,” he teases, somewhat breathless from climbing up. his face pops up in your window and you flip him off.
“i had almost beat that level,” you complain to him as he clambers through.
hanta plucks the phone from your hand, studying it carefully before his face lights up.
“i can knock this out for you in five minutes, sweetheart.”
five minutes end up being another two hours of you and sero huddled on your bed, your cheek squished against his bicep and his lip between his teeth as you watch him try in vain to beat that level.
you both cry out victoriously when he finally does it, before slapping a hand over your mouths when you remember where you are and what time it is. you stifle laughter into each other’s hands, trying desperately to be silent and hoping the buzz of the ceiling fan will cover it.
you finally think it’s time for bed when you hear your parents get up for work, collapsing back on your bed. it’s so hot that you sleep on top of your blankets, sero sleeping beside you on the floor in only his underwear. the rising sun peeks through your blinds to a chorus of your snores as the birds start to chirp their morning songs.
you poke at the foggy glass on the window and huff, pouting like a child whose recess has been cancelled.
“this blows.”
sero seems amused by your despondency, leaning in the open doorway and watching the august rain fall. “it’s not that bad.”
you stretch out on his couch, groaning loudly. “close the doooor, you’re letting all the humidity in.”
“no manches, it’s gonna be hot no matter what,” hanta replies, walking over and dragging you from the couch as you screech protest. “c’mon, we can play a board game or something.”
some movie plays idly in the background while you sit across from him, huffing as you land yourself in monopoly jail for the third time in forty minutes.
“hanta, this is what people do in an old home,” you complain, leaning back on your hands as you survey the board.
he laughs at your laments. “well, i guess this is just practice then,” he teases back.
“not for me. i’m planning on dying a majestic and heroic death on the battlefield,” you declare nobly. “and if not, then i’m goin’ off a bridge at sixty.”
“fine,” hanta snorts, “but only if i can come with. no way are you leaving me alone with bakugou until i die.”
“duh,” you laugh, leaning over to knock his shoulder gently. “that’s obviously the plan.”
if you had let yourself believe it, you’d see the lovesick smile on hanta’s face. instead, you duck your head and pick up the dice, grinning evilly as you shake them in your palm. “but not before i kick your ass at monopoly.”
the august heat is beginning to relent, the evening breeze cooling your skin as you sit with hanta on the front steps of his house.
today was a good day. you’d spent most of the day at the pool, swimming and lounging in the sun, then come back to the sero house for dinner because his mom was making enchiladas. it’s late in the day now, and you’re content to soak up the last of the evening sun on the porch with hanta.
your mind begins to wander, safe in the comforting quiet.
even though every day has felt as slow and dazed as honey dripping off the edge of toasted bread, your summer is fast coming up on its end.
you look over at hanta, at the orange sun setting behind him and the trees spotting the remaining sunlight across the ground, and the chalk drawings his siblings had left on the sidewalk and the initials you two had put beside them — it’s all so perfect.
and you…don’t want it to end.
you know nothing will change once you’re back in classes. you’re excited to meet back up with your other friends, to get back to business as usual, but…there’s a part of you that always wishes it could be summer forever. that it could be this summer forever, just you and hanta running wild all day and night.
it’s like he’s read your mind when he finally speaks, something quieter, softer than normal.
“hey.”
you look up. “yeah?”
“i don’t want this to sound fucked up, but…” he looks at you, almost shy in way you’ve never really seen (or at least never noticed), but still earnest and sincere and warm and caring and so very hanta. “i’m…glad everyone else had so much shit going on this summer, ‘least if it meant i got to hang out with you.”
his shoulder is warm when it bumps against yours. you relish the touch, the feel of him beside you, and smile down at your lap.
“yeah…”
it’s now or never, you think. do or die.
“hey.”
hanta looks up. “ah?”
“can i say something that i also don’t want to sound fucked up?”
“‘course.”
“i think that this summer i’ve fallen in love with you.”
you try to say it like it’s a fact, setting your shoulders as you lean back in your hands.
hanta stares at you a moment, like he’s still processing, before he bursts out in peals of beautiful laughter.
you could be angry with him for laughing at what could be a vulnerable confession, but this laughter is so infectious that you’re stifling giggles of your own. besides, this is hanta. there’s not an ounce of malice or ill will behind his laugh, or behind the brush of his knuckles against yours as you both fall back on the wooden planks in your laughing fit.
“why would that be fucked up?” he asks through a grin, once you’ve finally settled. you’re laying side-by-side, hands barely touching, shoulder blades pressed to the sun-warmed wood beneath. only your heads are turned to look at each other, and his dark hair falls into his obsidian eyes that spark when he looks at you (the same way he had been all summer).
“i don’t know,” you murmur, smile tugging at your lips. you muster up your courage and take his hand, giddy when he lets you. “what if it changes things?”
his fingers squeeze a little around yours. “it won’t.”
you exhale a little chuckle. “how do you know?”
“‘cause i’m in love with you. and nothing could change that.”
you turn so that you’re laying on your side, facing him completely. you hold his gaze steady, something like giddiness rising in your chest.
“promise?”
sero turns the same, leaning in close. his hands brush up your arms, toying with the strap of your tank top. “yeah, promise. we could just kiss sometimes and call it even.”
you grin, laugh bubbling up before you can help it. hanta smiles when you do, eyes crinkling in the corners as he watches you. he pushes the hair back from your face as you wind your arms around his neck, beaming.
“oh, is that all?”
he shrugs, smile matching yours. “yeah, sure. we’ll kiss, go on a few dates, bring denki along every now and again ‘cause he’ll be bored if we don’t—” you laugh at that. “—and, y’know…live happily ever after.”
“just like that?” you snort.
hanta beams. “just like that.”
you don’t care that the wooden floorboards are rigid against your hips, or that you shoulder just popped from laying on it. when you lean in to kiss him, it’s like nothing else matters.
you don’t even know how long you both lay there, twisted awkwardly as you kiss, blissfully unaware of hanta’s mom pulling his giggling siblings away from the window inside. and when you finally sit back up, there are marks and indents on your elbows and thighs from the wooden porch, but you pay them no mind, content to lean against hanta and watch the sun finally disappear from the sky.
the night air has a little chill to it, but you’re warm with hanta’s arms around you. “i don’t ever want this summer to end.”
“eh, i don’t know about the summer, but i’m sure as hell not goin’ anywhere,” he replies, flashing a grin.
your phones lie forgotten on the ground a few feet away, absolutely blowing up with messages from your friends about kirishima and bakugou’s return tomorrow, denki complaining that he’s stuck with his mean cousins another week longer, and mina spamming pictures of her and her girlfriend. neither of you are any the wiser, and you stay that way until there are more stars in the sky than you can count.
dividers by anitalenia and saradika-graphics — for my babies @bloomness and @elssero <33 biggest hanta girlies i know
