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hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words

a/n: for you @bloomstream

With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.

And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.

You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.

Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.

You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.

He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).

With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.

Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.

Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”

You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.

The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.

“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.

“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.

You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.

Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.

All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.

You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.

You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.

He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”

After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.

He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.

“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.

With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.

He mutters, “Nothing.”

Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”

He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”

Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.

While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.

Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”

He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.

You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.

Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”

You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.

You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.

When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.

In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.

You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.

He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”

You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.

He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”

Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.

Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hanta!” You shriek.

He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”

You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.

Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.

*breaks down the door*

GIMME MORE SERO SHIT HOE

{I am not paying for that door}

MY POOR DOOR T-T

Y'all didn’t really plan it, It sorta just happened

You guys were just vibing in his hammock together talking about random things but one thing lead to another

He definitely initiated it

I mean how could he not? He thought you were just so cute as you rambled on and on nearly putting Midoriya to shame

It was slow, his much large hand settled on the nape of your neck 

You fully expected it to be awkward when you pulled apart for air, finally remembering to breathe

But no. It wasn’t awkward, he just grinned, kissed you on the forehead and asked you to continue talking.

The only problem was; you couldn’t remember what you were saying beforehand

(TW: Smoking)

“Seroooo, pass the blunt” you whined as he snorted “how? my arm fell asleep 10 minutes ago”

Which is a valid excuse since you guys had been smoking and cuddling for the past two hours and you may or may not be using his arm as a headrest.

“I don’t know but you’re taking up the whole bed” you complained as he chuckled tapping the ash off what was left of the joint the two of you had been passing around. 

“Ya know if Iida smells the smoke we’re as good as dead” you mused relaxing into the bed as Sero laughed “He gonna do us how he did Stain” you both laughed at that knowing if Iida was around you’d be verbally or physically torn to shreds

It was late and after all the training Aizawa had ya’ll doing this week this late-night smoke n’ cuddle session was just what the both of you needed.

“Ya know your mom would probably kill us before Iida did right?” you laughed as his face paled 

“Don’t remind me” he mumbled pulling you in closer regardless of not being able to feel one of his arms. 

“You sleepy?” you smiled stroking his hair as he hummed, his face buried in the juncture between your neck and shoulder as you laughed “alright let’s go to sleep” you yawned before settling in, knowing good and well you weren’t supposed to be in his room after curfew.

‘That’s for tomorrow me anyways’

★﹒₊‧sero crushing HARD on his bsf

<Submission/ask; SEROOO LOVEEE I am so in love with Sero you should make hcs about him having a crush on his friend and how he gets flustered and nervous and how the boys tease him about it> a/n: OMG I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST !!! WTFF AHHH TY ANON ! <3 now on to the headcanon !!>

read a kinda prt.2 / continuation on this idea here

sero crushing on one of his friends would be... a disaster. because absolutely EVERYONE KNOWS ABIUT IT but you ofc (dense y/n for the win once again)

crushing sero does absolutely anything and everything you want him to. don't want to do the dishes tonight? don't worry your pretty little head sero doesn't mind doing it 2x in a row. oh no! you forgot the homework due for history today! sero lets you copy his answers, even if they aren't totally right. don't want to buy the schools gross lunch? sero shares his lunch with you! he wasn't going to eat it all anyways.

as for flustering sero, it's so easy for you to do. he doesn't really get red in the face because he's used to being around you but once you start talking to him his mouth suddenly goes dry and for the first time, sero doesn't know what to say, or he stutteres out wtv he wants to say.

"sero are you ok? you never stutter? did i do something ?"

"WHAT! oh i-i mean no! like, no you d-didnt do anything. i just- uh" que denki and mina smikering off to the side.

he stares at you in class so so much and the boys give him such shit for it. bakugou does it the most. he'll catch sero gazing at you lovingly and ruins it by saying "careful you'll burn holes in the side of their face."

true story: denki walked into sero's room around noon on sunday to find sero still sleeping and cuddling with a body length pillow. ofc his response was to wait for sero to wake up and say "wishin that was y/n, huh" with the smug ass smirk. queue sero screaming in embarrassment and throwing denki out.

he also get ssooooo embarrassed by his thoughts about you. they aren't even bad !! just day-dreaming about the two of you being in a relationship and what not, but when he catches himself with that love sick smile on his face, he wants to just slap it off himself.

he goes on rants to denki, kirishima and mina about how perfect y'all would be together while you and bakugou are off getting snacks or grocery's. they talk him up to finally tell you how he feels the next day, but when that time comes around he goes back to his "they deserve some supermodel who is rich asf and can give them anything they could ever want" (aww cute but sir you ARE A SUPERMODEL.)

honestly denki, mina, kirishima, and bakugou are so so tired of watching their two friends being in love with each other, but not acknowledging it.

Hanta Sero x Reader- Rings chapter 3.5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

You walked down the aisle, the clinking of your heels the only sound. Your hand was on your brother's arm as he led you down the aisle. You took a deep breath, looking up. You could see him. his eyes sparkled as he studied you. You smiled, and he thought he saw heaven for a moment. Your brother placed your small hand in Hanta's larger one. You saw him lean in "treat 'er well-" he didn't even get to finish before Hanta spoke, a smile on his face, "I will, don't worry." You smile as your brother walks away in triumph. You knew that he was happy for you. Hanta gently took your chin, turning your head toward him. you could see tears in his eyes, the priest started talking as you two stared at each other, eager to start your new life

"Hanta Sero, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he wiped tears from his eyes "I do" you smile, squeezing his hand "Y/N L/N," you want to interrupt, not to waste another second "do you take Hanta Sero to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." Your voice came out more choked then you intended. You realized you were crying when he gently reached up, wiping a tear from your cheeke.

"You may kiss the bride," that was all it took, he gently stepped forward, his arms looping around your waist. you smile as your arms instinctively move to his shoulders, And the world seems to stop, everything else disappearing as your lips connect. It's not rough, passionate, yet, you still find yourself craving more of these soft, gentle, loving kisses.

As he pulls back, you pout and kiss him again, and again, and once more. You see his smile, the happy tears in his eyes as his forehead rests against yours. you're officially married.

So sweet lol.... FILL OUT THE POLL BELOW OR ELSE

Hanta Sero x Reader- Rings chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You feel warm hands on your back, a stark contrast to your cold skin. You were getting married, of course you're nervous. The hands zip up your dress, then they move to your hair. They are gentle in a way that only mothers can be, "Thanks mum" you smile as the hands grip your shoulders, turning you 360. She examines your dress and hair.

Your hair isn't sitting perfectly on your head, your dress doesn't fall perfectly over your body, Hell, your body isn't perfect. But he loved it. The man you were about to marry, So, if he liked it, you were fine with it. And this man, he loved you so much that today, a ring-his ring would go on your finger.

Your mom nodded in approval, and a smile crept it's way onto your lips. "You look beautiful, dear." She gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You fiddle with your fingers, and your mom notices. "Y/N, I know what you're feeling, my wedding day..." she chuckles "just, you're marrying a lovely man. Hanta is the best of the best, you're in good hands" this makes you chuckle.

A knock on the door interrupts your mom, she just simply gets up and answers the door. "oh, yes, she's ready! Just a bit anxious. "From the couch, you can't see who's at the door, but it was probably a bridesmaid or the best man. "I'm ready, don't worry." You took a deep breath, grabbing the skirt of your dress as you make your way to the door. You grab the flower bouquet from your mom, "love you mum." you press a kiss to her cheek. Then you walk out, ready to meet your fiance -well, soon to be husband. It was finally time.

This took too long 🙃 Part 2 of this (3.5 of the Sero Hanta series) coming out on Friday!

Sero Hanta Fanart!

HELLO! Have you had water today??❤ It's important, okay??

ANYWHO, HOW ARE YALL??😃 I decided to draw Sero without refs because he is my absolute favorite character.😍 Anywho, proportions are a little off. if you have any tips, please let me know! My DMs are open again!🎉

Rings- A Sero x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

Your hand is interlocked with his. Your eyes are too busy studying the cherry blossoms floating down from the trees, the beautiful Mt. Fuji in the distance. he rustling of his jacket falls on deaf ears. His free hand resting on the velvetly fabric, his thumb moves over it in an attempt to soothe his racing heart He would either walk out with a fiance or a broken heart, Hopefully the former. You gently squeeze his hand, pointing out at Mt Fuji, as snow flies off the top.

"Look! Isn't it pretty!" He smiles, his attention on you rather then the Mountain " It's gorgeous" he mutters. You hear him take a deep breath and glance back at him as be brings your hand to his mouth, his kisses leaving tingles on your skin.

"I love you, Y/N. And I really don't deserve you" "Hanta" "please, Amor," You fall silent... is he breaking up with you?

"Amor, you're stunning. and I'm... plain," he glances up at you, meeting your eyes. "You've never asked for more then what I have. I honestly don't know how you're so patient and caring" a chuckle escapes his lips and he sinks to one knee, still holding your hand "Amor, Y/N L/N, I love you. ads..." he grasps the box in his pocket. "I would love to call you Y?N Sero. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?" he emphasized ring... and added his name to yours... you gasp at the realization, your eyes locked on the velvet box in his hand. he releases your hand, only to open the box. I was a lovely ring. It had a lovely sparkling stone, your birthstone. On the inside of the band, your name was ingraved next to his, the only thing separating them was a heart, "Y/N L/N, will you-" you didn't even let him finish.

"Yes!"

you jumped on him, pressing your soft lips to his. his hands in your hair sending shivers and thrills down your spine.

"Don't ever call yourself plain, Hanta"

Hanta Sero x Reader Oneshot: Rings

Chapter 2

You listen cluelessly as the people around the table all chat in Spanish. You can pick up little snippets of what they're saying from what you remember of middle and high school Spanish classes- that you passed with a C. Not your proudest moment. You feel a calloused hand rest lightly on your thigh.

As your eyes mect his he smiled, gently squeezing the fat of your thigh, "Sorry, mi cariño. My family doesn't know much English." he whispers under his breath, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.

You smile at the kiss, gently leaning on your pro-hero boyfriend's muscular shoulder. "Not your fault, " you mutter. "I wanted to meet your family." You glance around the table. They really were a lively bunch- just like him. "She's a good cook." you mutter, leaning over him to grab a rice ball from his plate. You hear him chuckle as you pop the rice ball in your mouth. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently squeezing you against him "too bad I didn't get her cooking stills him?" You scoff remember all the dishes he had burnt. "My life would be much easier if you did, trust me. "you mutter, recalling all the times she'd cleaned up the burnt remnants of his most recent codding failure. "Hmm, you know, I got lucky with her as my mother" uh oh somethings off, he never says 'mother' unless he's mad with her or it's a joke, Its made clear which one as he finishes his sentence, "y'know, maybe someday she'll be your mother-in-law... he mutters in a suggestive tone, putting his arm around your shoulders. You crack a smile and bring a hand up to muffle your giggles, "Why? Planning to gut a riny on my finger?" he hummed playfully. "eager much? Well, one day for sure" he glanced down at you. "I don't even have plans to get a ring yet." he chuckles and flicks your forehead playfully. You pout, unknown to the fact that there was a small velvet box in his bedside table, right next to the bed where you two cuddle and talk in hushed whispers. Though soon, the velvet box will be moved to his pocket as he waits for the perfect moment...

~Notes from me~

OHHHHH WE NEED MORE SERO ONESHOTS!! This was so fun to write!! Part two anyone??