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meeting his parents h. sero

In which you meet Hanta's parents and they adore you! Almost more than they love him. Fem! reader, reader wears a dress but it's only briefly mentioned so you can ignore that if you want! I have never met any parents before in my life (including my own (this is totally not a lie)) so sorry if this is inaccurate.

You stood at the front door of your long term boyfriend's house, smoothing the dress you wore and fixing your hair before finally bringing yourself to knock, knots growing in your stomach.

You had been so anxious for this day, even though Hanta assured you his family would love you. Hopefully they would, but there was always the chance that something could go wrong, and your brain was just hanging onto that small percentage.

"Hello," a middle-aged woman said, opening the door, "oh, you must be Hanta's girlfriend, Y/N! Welcome! Come in," she ushered you in, smiling as you kicked off your shoes and entered the house.

"Thank you so much for the invite, Mrs. Sero," you smile as she shuts the door behind you.

"Oh, please, you can call me mom," she said with a friendly smile, leading you into the dining room.

"Babe," Hanta grins, spots you entering the room and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hi, Hanta," you giggled, hugging him back.

"Hi, I'm Hanta's dad," his father happily introduced holding his hand out to shake your hand when Hanta pulled away from the embrace.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, shaking his hand with a friendly smile.

"Oh, trust me, we know, this boy never shuts up about you. It feels like we've already met you," his dad playfully pokes fun at his son.

You were already feeling exponentially less awkward and anxious in the presence of his parents. I guess this won't be so awful after all.

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-in which he posts you on his instagram in order to get your ex to back off- just how far will he go in pretending?

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you tried. you really did. it’s not like you didn’t know what you were signing up for—you knew his goal from the very beginning. but of course, being who you were, you couldn’t help yourself. god, why did you have to love him? why did your heart choose him when it was already clear that he was doomed?

every mission he came back from, it was like another piece of him had been carved away. slowly, quietly, he was destroying himself, inch by inch, until nothing would be left but the end. and it killed you inside—watching, helpless, as he unraveled.

your quirk could only do so much. you could take the pain for a while, absorb it, carry it for him—but it never undid the damage. never reversed the scars, the missing pieces, the trauma etched into his mind. and you did everything. you begged, pleaded, insisted there was another way. that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could run—could find something beyond revenge, beyond bloodshed.

but you knew him. too well.

you knew he’d never let go of the hatred that burned in his veins. the fire that would never be extinguished. not when it had lived inside him for so long it felt like breathing. he never looked back. never even tried to heal. he just kept moving forward, fueled by vengeance, becoming the very monster his father created. doing what he believed must be done.

and it wasn’t like he didn’t love you. because he did. in the only way he could. but in the end, that love wasn’t enough. not compared to the weight of everything else. not when it was smothered by the weight of all his pain, all his rage, all his guilt.

and when it all came crashing down—the big finale—you watched it happen. watching, helpless, as he slipped further and further into the abyss. watched the horror bloom in the eyes of his family, in your own reflection, as he let it consume him. letting the darkness swallow him whole, hollowing him out, leaving only a ghost in his place. and just like that… he was gone.

you wanted so desperately pretend it wasn’t real. that maybe there was still some way to bring him back. but you knew better. you’d always known.

maybe in another universe, things would’ve been different. maybe you’d meet under softer skies, without the ghosts, without the blood, without the everlasting pain and guilt. maybe he’d be happy. maybe you’d get to see that smile—the real one. the one you so desperately craved. maybe you'd hear him laugh, feel what it’s like to be loved without all that pain trailing behind it.

maybe you’d build something together. a life. a family. one filled with strength and love instead of pain. something that wasn’t built on destruction, on ruin. maybe you’d get to hold him just one last time. to tell him how much you loved him, how perfect he was to you.

maybe.

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⋆˚࿔ smaus

melodies of us - d.kaminari

shared spaces - d.kaminari

fratastrophe - d.kaminari ⭑

gently yours - e.kirishima

new piercing - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

flirty and unfiltered - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

confused confessions - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

sticky situation - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

boyfriend tag - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

whined and dined - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ oneshots

morning hues - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

tricks and tension - h.sero

when courage calls - h.shinsou - part two: maroon stains

where fire burns and molten melts - e.kirishima ⭑

the synonyms of epitome - h.sero

static hearts - d.kaminari ⭑

an orchid's pollen - e.kirishima

capes and crayons - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

in the near future - h.sero

⋆˚࿔ headcanons

love languages - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

cheer fever - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

behind the spotlight - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

hyperactive heart eyes - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

nerd status - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

crushed reps - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ series

maturity of a broken constellation - t.shigaraki + t.todoroki [ ongoing ]

⋆˚࿔ in the near future

when window shopping at the mall with your boyfriend hanta sero takes a unexpected turn

contains: f!reader, minor drug use, established relationship, fluff

authors note: this is shorter than i wanted it to be </3

word count: 1010

hanta doesn’t know how he ended up here.

it was supposed to be a casual saturday with this favorite girl in the world.

when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to the mall, mostly so you could window shop, —while he secretly kept a mental note of everything that caught your eye for later reference —he had no right to say no.

and when you also suggested taking the edibles that had been sitting at the bottom of the junk drawer for two days and eating them right before the mall trip his heart melted. he’s definitely with the right girl.

okay, so maybe hanta does know how he got here.

but this.. this is new, uncharted territory for him. for the both of you.

hanta adjusted his half slouched position, careful not to possibly mess up the intricate stitching on the cushions or accidently stain the elegant rug beneath his beat up adidas sambas.

the room was fairly spacious. beside him a wide full length mirror, was two thinner mirrors protruding from its side— which he (correctly) assumed was used to check yourself out from multiple angles. two lights hung from the top of the mirrors, shining down onto the pedestal in front the mirror like a dedicated spotlight.

before him was a white curtain. and behind it—

“hanta..” you called from behind the mysteriously alluring sheet, sounding unlawfully similar to a sorcerer casting a lovebound spell.

he blinked out of his over observant trance, skin glowing warm as a reaction to your voice.

fifteen minutes ago, he was sharing a beautifully buttery soft pretzel with you. ten minutes ago you pointed out a particular shop, one he had never even noticed before.

“come on hanta! it’ll be fun!” you pleaded.

and call hanta a sucker (because he is one) but he didn’t even give it a second— or first, really —thought.

he’ll blame the weed for that later.

you spend a while with the consultant at the front desk where hanta learned that you’re a concerningly good liar.

and now here he was. long fingers pulling back the curtain in which you stood behind.

“help me with the back?” you glanced back at him, hair tossed to one side of your neck as you held the dress up in front to prevent it from slipping down.

hanta nodded cautiously, taking a careful step toward you.

“7 years?” hanta teased, recalling your conversation with the worker as he took a stance behind you. the familiar warmth from his hands instantly radiated your skin as he kept a firm, but delicate, grip on your back. his fingertips pressed into the blades of your shoulders and you heard a soft zurrrt admitting from the zipper.

you grinned, “call me a prophecy.”

a small laugh escaped hanta lips and your smile grew wider. you now realized how the edible made everything feel softer— like the edges of the world had blurred just enough to allow the good moments to sink in deeper.

hanta took a step back, hand slowly departing from you. his eyes scanned down your body slowly like he didn’t wanna forget anything about the way you looked right in this instant. “you—“ he paused to cough away the slight raspy in his voice, “you should look.” he gestured back out toward the spotlight of the dressing room.

you nodded, picking up the dress from its sides and waddling out from behind the curtain onto the lit up pedestal. when your gaze finally met your own in the mirrors reflection, you stilted.

the dress was simple, strapless, and effortlessly elegant— soft fabric flowing down in gentle waves that brushed the floor like a sea's daily meetings with its shore. lace details traced the bodice and edged the hem. the white fabric sparkled, like it was made to bask in the sunlight and flow to the rhythm of slow dances.

like it was made for you.

“woah.” your voice was submerged in awe. you were careful, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the material of the dress, not wanting to risk messing it up.

you’ve never seen yourself like this before, never really imagine it either. there’s a feeling of wonder fluttering beneath the surface of your skin, flickers of questions tickling your consciousness along with it. it felt so good in a way you couldn’t quite describe with just words.

“yeah.” hanta spoke up from close behind you. his eyes followed the trail of the wedding dress as he took a step closer, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. “am i supposed to be seeing this?” he joked lightly. his hands found themselves comfortably on the small dip at your hip, his head leaning beside your temple as he looked at you through the mirror.

“you’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony..” you played along, hoping it would help you calm down from the fact that you felt like an literal angel.

“hm, i see why.” hanta’s grip on you tightened, just barely. his voice dropped, coated in a soft layer of truth. “you look beautiful. so unbelievably beautiful.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then the tip of your ear, and then took a step back. “now you gotta spin for me.” he said, grinning ear to ear. “come on babe.”

you rolled your eyes but complied, picking up the sides of the gown and granting your lovestruck boyfriend the full 360 view.

within a second, hanta’s hands were on you again, head buried in the crook of your neck as he held you close. you could feel the way his lips quirked up on your skin as he muttered a quiet, “insane.”

maybe this moment, this dress, belonged to some future version of you— to both of you.

maybe hanta didn’t know exactly how he managed to get with the girl of his dreams. and he definitely didn’t how he’d get to a more official version of this moment in the future.

and maybe this moment wasn’t destined or now, but it was for later, and hanta knew that for sure.