#last year i fell down some stairs and failed the 2nd exam in a class i find hard

[daughterofevil158]

girl help i feel like i might be cursed because bad things almost always happen to me in the weeks leading up to my birthday

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Hanta Sero x Sad!Reader - Little Talks

Summary: Sero finally confronts you about why you’ve been so distant since the internshiip you both had with Thirteen.

Quirk: Levitation. You can levitate yourself and light objects, but nothing heavier than yourself.

You were entering you third year at U.A., in the class 1-A, and even though you had started you high school career strong, you weren't finishing so hot.

You sighed as the bell rang, packing your bag as your classmates filed out of the room. A large, warm hand laying itself on your shoulder caught your attention. Turning your head, letting your hair fall over your shoulder, brushing the hand gently, your gaze fell upon Sero.

"Oh, hi, Hanta." you greeted him quietly with little emotion, turning your attention back to your bag.

"Hey, (Y/N), the group and I are heading to Mcdonald's in a few, wanna come with?" He asked. You could hear the hopeful grin in his voice without even needing to see his face.

"Can't. Training." You muttered, slinging your bag over your shoulder, narrowly missing him. His smile fell.

"Aw, c'mon, (Y/N)! You're always training. Not even Deku trains this hard." he complained. You shrugged, walking out the door and out of his sight.

I don't like walking around this old and empty house.

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear.

The stairs creak as I sleep, It's keeping me awake.

It's the house telling you to close your eyes.

And some days I can't even dress myself.

It's killing me to see you this way.

'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

You cried out in pain, tossing the dumbbells to the side. You could feel even fiber of your being ache. You had been over working yourself desperately trying to catch up to your piers, and you knew it was beginning to take its tole on your physical form. At the beginning of the semester, Mr. Aizawa had informed you that you had, in fact failed the physical portion of the final exam of the previous semester and that the only reason you were still in his class was because you had been giving one final chance to progress, by Principal Nezu himself. You did not intend to allow that chance to slip passed you.

You walked over to the bench for a water break, feeling your phone vibrate the wood beneath you. A notification lit you the slightly cracked screen. A text message.

"Hey, are you still training? I brought you some food, but you weren't in your dorm."

You sighed once more before clinking the screen of your phone off and setting it down. You and Sero had been best friends since the 7th grade. You had always defended him from bullies, who used to pick on him due to the lack of strength of his quirk. Yes, he was good with it, but it wasn't particularly strong. You had become accustomed to that dynamic. You felt confident, knowing that someone relied on you for protection. But that all changed during a battle against the League that had occurred during the third quarter of last year.  

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back.

Well, tell her that I miss our little talks.

Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past.

We used to play outside when we young

And full of life and full of love.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right.

Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear.

'Cause though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

You were well into your 2nd year, and ecstatic to find that your all time favorite pro hero, Thirteen had express interest in you and your best friend for an internship. Both of you training to specialize in rescuing, it was a dream come true.

During the internship, Thirteen's agency was attacked by the League of Villains, with Kurogiri leading the front. During this attack, Thirteen was immobilized, and the foes used this to their advantage, zeroing in one her with every bit of force they had. You had tried so hard to levitate her out of the way of further harm, but you weren't able  lift her, due to the heavy weight of her suit.

"(H-H/N)...Cellophane...Go, call for help..." she muttered, struggling to keep conscious. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, and continued to strain your power.

"No! Thirteen, I won't abandon you!" you screamed, terrified, scanning the room, to find Hanta, laid face down on the floor, helmet cracked surrounded by ruble. Your messaged had been more meant for him than her.

Your eyes widened in fear as they darted back to see a giggly blonde girl swaying her way over to your exhausted form.

"Now, now girlie. You should know to listen to your mentors. They only want the best for you." Toga crouched in front of you, knife twirling in hand. She inhaled, letting her eyes roll back.

"Do you smell that?" she asked, pointing the blade toward a cut on your shoulder. "Smells like love is in the air."

"L-Love? What do you mean?" you hissed, trying to scoot away, wincing at the pain in your legs. They were definitely broken.

"Blood always smells sweeter when the donor's in love." she giggled again. "You have a crush on someone, don't you?" You shook your head, about to protest until you realized. Did she just say...'Donor'?

She giggled once more, twirling the knife in her fingers, aiming to sink in right between your shoulder blades.

Suddenly, you felt a thick layer of adhesive attach itself to your helmet and dart you forward, dragging you across the dirty ground. Once out of Toga's reach, you felt the strong stickiness lift you off the ground as another strip wrapped itself around your waist, lifting you higher. Looking back to Thirteen, you saw the pro hero, also hanging in mid air by a single strip of tape. You followed the strip up to a hole in the ceiling, capturing the earth shattering view of soon to be Pro Taping Hero: Cellophane, basking in the moonlight while hoisting both his mentor and partner to safety.

And then you felt it. You could feel the dynamic shift. He had rescued you. He had saved your life. You could see in his victorious smile as he laid you down, out of harms way, that things would never be the same between you.

Don't listen to a word I say.

The screams all sound the same.

And though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

Walking back to your dorm, you caught a glimpse of Sero standing outside your door, waiting for you to return. The smile he wore that night flashed in your mind again, prompting you to step back into the elevator. This caught his attention.

Reaching the roof, you slowly walked to the edge, sitting on it, admiring the sunset, and observing the students sitting in the courtyard. Your thoughts wandered to Sero. You knew he had noticed you avoiding him. You wondered how it made him feel. Selfishly, you fantasized about the possibility that he might actually missed your company, but soon swallowed the idea, finding it foolish. Shattering the piece and quiet, you heard the steel door to the roof access creak, rudely interrupting you thoughts.

You're gone, gone, gone away.

I watched you disappear.

All that's left is a ghost of you.

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart.

There's nothing we can do.

Just let me go, we'll meet again soon.

"I thought I'd find you here." a familiar voice said, accompanied by footsteps making their way in your direction. You chose to ignore him as he sat on the ledge beside you.

"I uh...bought you some food. Thought you might be hungry, so I waited til after practice to give it to you...but you kinda ran off when you saw me at your door." he chuckled nervously, waiting for a response. When he didn't receive one, his grin faltered, and his brows furrowed.

"(Y/N), just tell me what I did wrong! C'mon, for God's sake, I just want to know why you've been avoiding me!" he confessed, finally fed up, and exhausted from this cold shoulder he'd receiving over the last several months.

"Sero, what do you mean-" he interrupted.

"That. That's exactly what I mean! Since when, in all the time I've known you, have you called me 'Sero'?" he asked, putting an emphasis on his last name. "Its always been 'Hanta'! 'Hanta, this', 'Hanta, that'. 'Hanta, how was your day'?' Hanta, where should we eat'? Hanta, Hanta, Hanta!" he exclaimed, becoming frustrated, before gaining back some bit of control over his emotions. "You've never called me 'Sero' until these last few months. What's changed?"

"Sero, I'm sorry...I-" he interrupted you, this time grabbing your hands, making you blush at the sudden contact.

"(Y/N), for the love of God, please just call me 'Hanta'! Please!" Although he'd never admit it, the fact that you were one of the only people in the world, other than his parents who felt close enough to call him 'Hanta' meant the world to Sero. Hearing someone he cared about so much call him by his last name shattered him. He hated how formal it sounded coming out of your lips.

"O-Okay, Hanta..." you gave in. He sighed.

"Have we drifted, (Y/N), be honest?" he asked, his gaze downcast, lacking the courage to look you in the eye, his loosened tie floating in the breeze.

"W-What? No! Of course not, why would you think that?" you weren't sure why you asked such a stupid question. You already knew the answer.

"You never talk to me anymore, you always dodge hanging out with me, or even interacting with apparently," he said, with a sad sigh. "...And I have to force you to call me by my name. I just don't understand what I did to...make you hate me so much..."

Your heart dropped, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek, and fall to the sidewalk below. You frantically reached out and cupped his cheeks with both hands.

"Oh, no, Hanta, I could never hate you! You mean so much to me..." He grabbed your wrists, hesitantly tearing them away from his face, yet keeping a firm grasp on them.

"Then, why...?" he asked, his eyes dulled by despair. You let out a shaky sigh.

"Do you remember how our internship with Thirteen ended?" you asked, looking away shamefully.

"Yeah, what about it?" he asked, rather coldly, making you flinch.

"I...I never got passed that..." his eyes softened.

"Oh, (Y/N), I'm sorry, you must've been so scared with Toga so close to you like that, I should've realized sooner..." he rambled, his usually smooth voice now cracked with concern.

"N-No, Hanta, that's...not what I mean..." the ravenette looked at to quizzically.

"Then...what?"

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around.

I'll see you when I fall asleep.

"That was the first time you rescued me...I-I guess I hadn't realized how strong you had been getting...and I realized...I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I'm a weakling. And...I cant protect you anymore...If you got hurt there'd be nothing I could do...What if you died, and I couldn't save you? What if-" Sero interrupted your ramblings by gently brushing his thumb over your lips.

"I can protect myself, (Y/N). You don't need to worry about me. I'm never gonna leave your side." he cooed softly, making you melt slightly.

"I-I just want to be as strong as you...I can barely even lift myself, let alone anything heavy enough to be of any help to anyone." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"Are you kidding? You're wicked strong!" he beamed, thinking about all the fights he's watched you win.

"You really think so...?" you asked timidly.

"Of course, (Y/N)! Wait..is this why you've been training so hard?" he asked, worried suddenly washing over his features again. You looked away. He caught your chin, pulling your attention back to him.

"(Y/N), you've only been training your body, not your quirk. That's only gonna hurt you, not help you." Your eyes widened. He was right. You'd been so focused on trying to build up your physical strength, you didn't even think to try and lift weights with your quirk.

"Oh my God, I'm such an idiot!" You whined as he pulled you into his chest.

"No, your not. A stressed mind does stressful things. It's not your fault." he cooed, petting your hair softly.

"I'm so sorry for how I treated you, Hanta..." you mumbled.

"Don't sweat it, kid. You only did it because you care." he chuckled.

"I just...couldn't imagine seeing the one I love in danger..." your confession was muffled by his tie, but he heard you so clearly.

"You...love me?" he asked, pushing you away from his chest, looking into your eyes. His eyes were wide, pupils dilatated as far as they could go.

You looked away. "I always have, Hanta. That's why I always made it a point to make sure you were safe...I guess I-" you words were cut short by the warm feeling of Sero's soft lips crashing against yours, and the tight grip he help on your shoulders.

There was so much need and emotion behind his kiss, he never gave you the chance to come up for air. There was so much that that kiss needed to say, so many feelings he needed it to convey.

Slowly he released his grip on your shoulders, in favor of his left hand cupping your cheek and his right holding the back of your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair. You leaned your body into him, as his lips began to move against yours, slowly snaking you arms around his neck before twirling a strand of jet black hair around you index finger. Sero groaned, ever so slightly, signaling that that had been the correct move.

Sero's eyes suddenly shot open, prompting him to break the heated kiss, and gently push you away, ever so slightly. You desperately tried to catch your breath in the love drunk stupor, looking up at him though lidded eyes.

"W-Why'd you stop?"

He panted slightly, wiped a strand of saliva off of his lip, and onto his knuckle, before chuckling and flashing a cheeky grin.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there. I just really needed that. I have for a long time. I'm not great with words so I wanted to get my point across as bluntly as I could." he gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

"And what's your point?" you asked, still huffing a bit.

"My point is...that I love you too...I always have. And always will."

Don't listen to a word I say.

The screams all sound the same.

Though the truth may vary.

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

Though the truth may vary.

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.