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the curse | s. hanta

s: as your relationship with Sero progresses, you see yourself falling into old unhealthy habits w: explicit content, smoking, talks about suicide and depression n: i wrote this when i was feeling extremely depressed, so there's a lot of angst in it. maybe a little self indulgent, but i hope you like it. this is part 2 of smoking hot, btw

part one

dividers by @/saradika-graphics | beta read by jemifiss | read on ao3

The smell of freshly brewed coffee is what wakes Sero up. Then, the weight of your body sinking into the bed beside him, your warm hands snaking on his body, just like the night before. He opens his eyes just enough to see the cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand.

With a sigh, he reaches for it, leaning on his elbows and hooking his fingers around the mug's ear, bringing the ceramic to his lips. The warm liquid makes its way to his throat and he welcomes it with a sigh.

“Do you like it?” You ask, sitting beside him and Sero turns to look at you for the first time in the morning, “if you didn't, I didn't make it. It was my roommate.”

He smiles.

“And if I did?” He asks, his voice rough from sleeping too much.

“Then, I made it.”

A laugh bubbles up from his chest and you smile up at him. Sero leaves the mug where you placed it before and lies back down, this time facing you.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” he answers, cupping your face and rubbing the pad of his thumb on your face. “Sorry I came in late last night.”

“It's okay. You can make it up to me.”

Sero lets out a breathy laugh, adjusting his head on the pillow so he can scooch closer to you. His eyes dance between your lips and your eyes, and the look on his face takes your breath away. Suddenly, your body feels too hot, your heart beats too quickly and your breath becomes too uneven.

“I'm going to kiss you, then,” Sero says with a breathy voice.

“Okay.” You smile watching as he comes closer.

His lips feel rough on yours, the hair on his face tickling your skin. He tastes mint on your tongue once he pushes past your lips, his warm hand that still holds your face snakes to the base of your skull, deepening the kiss and drawing you closer. You let yourself sink into his embrace, a hand flattening against his spine. It doesn’t take long for him to pull your body along as he lies flat against the bed. His breathing becomes more strained; his muscles tensing as you cage his hips with your thighs and he realizes you’re not wearing the sweatpants you had on last night.

A pair of rough and calloused hands runs through your outer thighs until they reach your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there. Your own hands glide across his chest and abdomen, tracing your fingers on defined muscles. Then, you lean over to kiss him again, heat growing stronger between your bodies; you grind your hips against him, already feeling him against you.

Sero’s hands glide under your shirt, tracing the softness of your hips and then your ribs, until they reach under your breasts. He stops there, as if asking for permission to touch you. You almost laugh at the look on his face, sitting up again and slowly undressing your shirt.

“Oh, fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, leaning on an elbow to sit up and grab a handful of one of your breasts. His fingers skim over your soft, heated skin, teasing the curve of flesh before squeezing just enough to make you shiver; his thumb flicks over the stiffening peak of your nipple, circling, stroking, before giving a gentle pinch that sends a gasp tumbling from your parted lips.

A breathy moan slips past your lips when Sero wraps his own around your nipple, licking and sucking and giving your skin wet kisses that send shivers down your spine. Your breathing becomes more erratic when you feel his teeth nibbling the sensitive bud, you feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

“Hanta…” You moan his name, grinding your hips on his once more; a grunt slips past his lips as he kisses your sternum, your collarbones, the column of your neck, trailing wet kisses on your skin, “stop teasing, please.”

He gives you that sleazy smile you adore so much, that lazy, slow curve of his lips that makes you want to kiss it away. And you do, before pushing him back on the bed. Your hands hurriedly find the band of his pants, pulling it down so you can set him free. His erection slaps against his lower stomach in all its glory, with silken droplets of arousal at the tip. You glide the pad of your thumb on it and Sero hisses, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as you wrap your hand around him, a whimper slipping past his lips.

“Pro hero Cellophane spotted having the biggest dick we’ve ever seen.”

You could tease him for hours if it meant he was going to make those delicious sounds. But Sero is the one who sits up, grabbing your shoulders and flipping you over. Before you can process, he’s kissing you again and again, his lips trailing wet kisses on your skin. Whimpers escape your lips as he grinds his erection against your inner thigh. Sero reaches between your bodies, so he can tease you over your underwear, his skilled fingers making you squirm under him.

Before you could beg, he pulls the fabric to the side and you feel the blunt head of him tease your most sensitive part. Your skin suddenly grows hot, your breath hitches and you whimper until he slides inside. Sero buries his face on your neck, nibbling the soft flesh there as he grinds inside you, earning a gasp from you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mumbles on your skin, finding your hand in-between the sheets and lacing your fingers together. “Like you were made for me or something…”

Your heart blooms with soft warmth, the kind that floods through your entire body. Or maybe is his cock making you feel hot all over, reducing you to a whimpering mess under his body. Either way, when you climax, you feel like bliss; toes curling in pleasure, a breathy moan of his name on your lips, a curse after you both come down from your highs.

…

Sero started coming over more frequently after the first night he spent at your place. The both of you became exclusive. You came over to his apartment, a humble little two bedroom in the most expensive part of the city. He introduced you to his friends as his girl and it makes your heart skip a beat. You two still hang out at the roof of your apartment building, sometimes smoking, sometimes not, but always talking.

Weeks pass. Months even. Almost a year since you started this crazy thing with him.

“There's something I want to ask,” Sero says one night you're hanging out on the roof, watching the city lights. He has his arm around you to keep you warm, a blanket wrapped around the both of you. Your head rests on his shoulder, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

“Go ahead,” you reply.

“What's your quirk?”

You frown, pulling away from him.

“My quirk?”

He shrugs.”You've never told me.”

“You've never asked.” You pluck the cigarette from his lips. “My quirk is that I am immortal.” You joke, bringing the cigarette to your lips.

“Baby…” He doesn't sound disappointed or annoyed, but curious, urging you to tell him the truth.

“I mean it.” You laugh and when he still doesn't believe you, you hold out your palm upwards and sink the cigarette on your own skin, the lit end sizzling on your flesh. Sero panics and grabs your wrists, pulling the cigarette away.

“Baby!” He exclaims just in time to watch the wound on your palm close on its own, and return to the original state: soft, healed skin. He gently runs the pad of his thumb on the spot where the burn was supposed to be. “Oh…”

You let out a breathy laugh as you watch the curiosity in his eyes.

“Do you feel it?” He asks. “The pain…”

“Yeah, but it fades quickly, just like the wound.” You close your palms, taking his calloused hands in yours. “My body heals anything wrong with it on its own, instantly. That's why I never get sick either. It's my curse.”

Sero remembers the first time he met you, when he lectured you about lung cancer and the dangers of smoking. It turns out you can't even get cancer.

“Why do you say it's a curse?” He asked, after a long time in silence.

You lean on his shoulder again. You don’t really want to go down that rabbit hole right now, so you just snuggle with him, chasing the cold away. You don’t know if it’s the comforting way he holds you, or the fact he’s the longest relationship you’ve had, but you tell him anyway.

You tell him about the death of your older brother. How the accident you both went through changed you forever. You don’t tell him how you still blame yourself for surviving instead of him.

You don’t tell him how you wished it was you who died that night.

“I’m sorry,” he says, simple but full of empathy.

“It’s been years.” You whisper.

“Still.” Sero kisses your temple, burying his face on your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You swallow your tears.

…

The one year anniversary is almost up.

Sero sighs as he lands on the roof of your apartment building, removing his helmet almost instantly. You aren’t here, so he takes the stairs and knocks on your door. Your roommate opens it and tells him you haven’t been home since this morning. He sighs again.

You’ve been distant for almost a month now. Taking hours to reply texts that before were answered in the same minute. Not picking up your phone. Never home, always working. Always tired.

He comes back to the roof in hopes you show up eventually. And you do, distracted as you open the door, trying to light a cigarette already between your lips. You visibly swallow hard when you spot him.

“Hey,” Sero says, approaching you.

“Hey.” Your voice is monotonous, so different from the tone you used to use with him at the beginning of your relationship.

“You didn’t pick up your phone.”

“Sorry.” You take a seat on the edge of the roof. He follows you, as usual.

“Have you been drinking?” He asks, approaching you, smelling the faint scent of alcohol in you. You just shrug.

“It’s my brother’s birthday,” you explain. “I was just celebrating.”

Sero sighs once more. The silence stretches. The distance between you grows.

“Are we good?” He asks, voice so small he doesn’t recognize himself. You turn to look at him with lightless eyes.

“Yeah?” You frown, confused. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You’ve been… distant.”

Sighing, you look back at the city. You knew this was going to happen. Sooner or later, he’d see your true colors and would leave. Maybe he’d try for a few more weeks, but eventually he’ll break up with you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“You’re just–”

“Depressed?” You interrupt, looking back at his worried eyes. You feel your heart squeeze.

Oh, this is going to hurt.

“I was going to say sad, but… yeah.”

Sero is different from the other men you’ve been with, you’ve known ever since the start. He’s a good guy. You know he doesn’t deserve this. It’s not fair to him.

“I was worried.” His voice was small, smaller than you’ve ever heard. You hear his footsteps approaching and then the warm embrace of his arms enveloping you from behind. “I am worried.”

You let a pause hang in the air. Then you feel it again. It’s like gravity is pulling you down, something evil weighing heavy inside you. And that little voice inside your head that always leads you to boycott yourself.

You remember a past lover saying things about your mental health. Things he’d never understand. Things no lover ever understood.

“Well, I am depressed.” You answer, voice thick with emotion.

Sero tightens his arms around you.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He whispers in your ear and it’s suddenly too much.

Too much emotion, too much love you’ve never experienced. You can’t help but think it’s too good to be true. He can’t be that kind. No one really is.

You turn around to face him, taking a step back and almost don’t register as you hear your own voice saying the next words.

“Maybe you should leave me, Hanta. I'm too broken for you.”

He pauses, shock all over his face. Then, it hardens. “No.”

“Just go.” You sigh, turning your body half away from him.

“Stop pushing me away, angel.”

“Don't call me that. And you're eventually going to leave anyway, why wait?”

Sero grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him.

“I'm not giving up on you.”

“Didn't you hear me?!” You snap. “I'm broken! You can't fix me. No one fucking can! Don't you think I wish–”

“Stop it!” He raises his voice so loud that it echoes in the night. “Stop saying these things about yourself! I'm sorry you've never found someone who'd fight for you, but I'm here now!” His voice cracks as tears well up in his eyes. “Can't you see the way this hurts me? Can't you see I'd be devastated if you were gone?”

“I never said I wanted to die–”

“No?” He interrupts you, giving you an angry look. “What all that speech about your quirk being a curse was about?”

You pause, shocked. “Well, I can't die, so–”

“Dammit, Angel!” He shakes your shoulders, shutting you up. “Can't you see I fucking love you?”

That definitely shuts up you.

“It doesn't matter if you think the world would be better without you in it. It doesn't matter if you think you're broken. I still love you!”

Tears are now streaming down his face, the desperate look in it making your own tears fall from your eyes. You've never stopped to think your actions and words about yourself were hurting him too. It makes you feel so selfish. So stupid.

“Why?” Your voice is small.

“Because,” he responds, a sigh leaving his lips, “because. I don't need a reason to love you, I just do.”

“Hanta…” You finally sob, giving into years of pent up feelings. Sero pulls you to a warm embrace and you bury your face on his shoulder, “but I'm so selfish!”

“I still love you.” His voice is calm now, as if he's talking to a child.

“I'm too sad.”

“I still love you.”

“What if that's all I am?” You pull away to look at him, “what if there's no cure for me?”

“There is. We'll get you help. Real help, this time. Alright?”

Slowly, you nod as you feel his gentle fingers wiping your tears from your face.

“I’m sorry…” You sob, leaning into his touch. Sero pulls you into a hug again. “I’m so sorry!”

He presses his lips on your hair, tightening his grip on you and mumbling sweet w

ords in your ear. It’s the most anyone has ever done to you.

It’s the moment you realize you love him too.

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