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autumnalsteahouse · 11 months

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this is so sero-coded.

thinking about how after a night out with your friends, you couldn’t get Hanta out of your head. before you left, he looked so hungry.

“baby…” it was like he couldn’t decide which part of you was calling his name the loudest, his eyes were slowly shifting down each inch of your body, “looks like you’re on a mission to get free drinks tonight.”

The blush warmed your cheeks a little too quickly, just like the smile that you were trying to push down.

It’s been a little over two years since you’ve first gotten together, but when he looks at you like that… it gives you the slightest glimpse into later tonight. The thought has you shifting, clenching yourself under his weighted gaze— something that doesn’t go unnoticed.

hanta pulls his lips in before his skilled tongue darts between them and licks his bottom lip, “or is this for me?…” he draws out, wandering gaze leading back up to your stare.

“Is this for me to peel off when you’re done with the club?” he mumbles, stepping towards you; close enough to where his fit front is against your back, the curve of your ass slots perfectly against his stiffened cock. “when you come home after being ogled at and all you wanna do is feel how full I can make you?” his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps all along your skin. His hands, spread and open-palmed, cupped the fat of your hips as he presses impossibly harder against you. “This is a little reminder for you that no matter how bad those lame asses want you, they could never fit the print of my dick that I’ve carved into that pretty pussy.”

you were close to salivating, the temptation to stay home was weighing heavily on the scale of options— you did promise your friends that you’d go out… but you didn’t specify for your long…

A couple of hours. That’s how long you could take before all thoughts led to the yearning of felling just how full your boyfriend could make you. The way his dick perfectly curves to hit the gummy spot that makes you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle of warm wax, the way his toned arms hug you close to shape each other perfectly— skin on skin, hot and sensual. In your semi intoxicated state, you needed it now more than ever.

“Hanta…” you whine uncomfortably into the phone, fiddling with your keys while trying to balance the device between your cheek and your shoulder.

“what is it, baby? Are you home?” his voice comes through the phone like velvet, warm and inviting, enticing the human equivalent of a purr out of you.

“‘Mm home but the keys are being so mean…” you trail off as the keys jingle in opposition while you sift through them.

It took no more than 3 seconds for the door to swing open with a shirtless and disheveled Sero Hanta to greet you. He was back-lit, mullet extra shaggy, his broad chest rising and falling as if to even out his breath— not to forget the grey sweatpants that hung low to expose the dark happy trail that guided your eyesight from his belly button to the fulfilling print that was teasing you with every passing second.

You felt yourself salivate.

“those clothes need to come off-“ he nearly growled before cutting himself off by pulling you in by the waist.

You could barley gasp when you were pulled in, there was no time before his lips were on yours.

Animalistic was how it felt, everything went by so fast— your shoes were scattered somewhere, bag dropped and so we’re the keys. Hanta’s hands were everywhere and feeling everything, all the while, you were reminded how hard the man before you was with every hard press against him.

“Were you stroking my pretty cock while I was gone?” you moaned, attempting to sound like honey as you watched him haphazardly kick off his sweats.

“fu… your cock?” he looked back down at you, almost rabid with his pupils so dilated, only making the thumping of your clit heavier.

taking a few steps back, his calves hit the back of one of the chairs in the living room, prompting him to fall into the seat.

“that’s my cock, just like this pretty pussy is yours.”

the look on his face was that akin to a worshiper seeing the deity he’s placed all his faith into— eyes wide and jaw slacked. he followed your movements as you slip out of the base of your fit, leaving you in only your top as you go to straddle his bare lap…

tagging: @nkogneatho

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inkedcherry · 1 year

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oh god i posted the wrong image idc that they look the same this is the right one i swear💀

#hanta sero #sero #sero hanta #bnha art #bnha fanart #bnha #bakusquad #mha #anime #cellophane #sero bnha #bnha sero hanta #bnha sero #sero mha #mha fanart #bnha mha #mha bnha #mha sero hanta #mha sero

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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BABY WHATS HAS BEEN BOTHERING YOU??? DO I HAVE TO BEAT ANYONE UP?

ALSO THANK UOU OH MY GOD IM IN LOVE WITH SERO. if you feel up to it would you write a little Drabble on roommate/best friend! Sero x reader where they are literally such close friends but sero is a RELENTLESS tease (bc I fucking live for teasing). Maybe also if you wanted to add some bits in there with a whole bunch of cuddling & the reader being super affectionate w Sero? Just some good ol’ banter and fluff<3I hope you’re feeling better my love, I’m wishing you all the best❤️❤️ -pip anon

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH LOVE FOR TEASY!SERO MATE

Also this is a fookin novel I’m so SORRY-

A/N hiya! Future Emmy here! So. This is REAAAAAALLY long because I have no self control. Grab some popcorn and a drink because goOD GOD- also not so much a drabble as like. A series of how I think ish went but pLEASE feel free to send me more 🥲

It was just after college, me thinks, when you moved in together. He was a cousin of a friend of a friend who needed a roommate, and you were the broke student who also needed a roommate.

He honestly was amazed you two clicked at all, you didn’t seem like the kinda person who would be into his teasing ways and banter, but you had this knack for it, you were able to fire back almost any garbage tease and flirt he’d throw your way.

So much so that… it almost becomes natural.

He’s not sure when you started to laugh in place of snapping back at his flirts. He’s not sure when you started making plans for the two of them, rather than just the one.

He does, however, know when you started to cuddle him. It was like, three in the morning, you two had been binging whatever sillyass show Denki told him to watch, and at some point, you knocked out.

Sero only knew that you had, when you’d nuzzled into his shoulder and a line of drool fell from your lips and onto his hand. He wrapped his arm around you and the way you curled into him just… it felt so sweet. He didn’t think anything of it, though.

Until you did it again. This time, in his bed, when you’d watched too many documentaries about those damned serial killers- look, he gets that they’re addicting, but come on, at night?- and you were terrified to go to sleep.

So, you crept into his bed, gently nudging him and asking if he could hold you, which had him blinking in confusion. You felt that safe with him?

He smirks, “little baby too scared of the dark?”

“Shut up, you’re scared of clowns.”

He snorts, “alright. Shut up and come here.” He opened one of his arms and immediately, you were out like a light, once again drooling slightly on his chest when you kept your mouth open too long.

And it really, really became a thing. You stopped asking to crawl into his bed, you just kind of. Did, because it was comfier and warmer, and he was a great cuddler he didn’t seem to mind it, so you just took the matters into your own hands and climb in.

Even on couches, flopping on top of him and burrowing into his chest, to which he instinctively wraps his long arms around you.

“Y’know,” he mumbles, fingers scratching your scalp, “if I wanted something stinky to lay on my chest, I’d get a damn cat.”

“You love me and you know it.”

Sure enough, as payback for throwing that four letter word into the apartment space, he started flopping down on you, making you groan and wheeze with laughter every time. He started coming into your space and shoving his cold hands under your shirt to make you scream- even worse when he shoves his feet down the back of your sweats, fucking menace- because why did you have to throw out that word? That word should be banished from your home space, saged away like a demon, kept locked in a basement far, far away.

But he doesn’t say all of that. Because you’re right, and he’s almost positive you feel the same way, because for as much as he leans in to kiss your head, you lean up to peck his lips.

He’s laying down on his stomach, you come over to bite at his ticklish neck.

He turns over in his sleep, you instantly toss your arms around him to spoon him right back.

He’s got feelings for you, and you don’t really hide yours from him.

But but bUT BECAUSE HE doesn’t know what to call… whatever it is you’re doing, so he’s also like. Uber protective over your friendship and the labels of whatever dynamic you share. The first time he had his friends over after you moved in with him, you tried your best to keep out of their way, wanting him to have his time with his friends outside of you.

And from your bedroom, you hear them cheering and yelling at whatever sport they’d put on the screen, the cracking of soda’s and the dings of the oven rang through your small apartment. You can only smirk and shake your head when it’s all silent and suddenly, a roar of laughter can be heard from the living room.

Your phone vibrates at some points or another, and it’s all from Sero, checking in and asking begging you if you would like to come out.

Slum Lord 🧡 you sure you don’t wanna come out for some munchies?

you don’t have to stay long, promise

i know your dumbass didn’t take any food in your cave when you went in 🙄

the boys don’t bite

ok MAYBE denks bit midoriya once, but he shouldn’t have had his fingers there.

he knew better smh

SENT oh my god wILL YOU SHUT UP IF I DO?

Slum Lord 🧡 no, but I think it’s funny you thought it would :)

And, even if it’s just to appease him, you roll your eyes and push yourself out of bed- sweatpants and bed head and all- and shuffle out to meet them before shambling back to bed to leave them be. But there’s no way to hide the smile that spreads on your cheeks when instantly at hearing your door open, Sero’s head tips back against the couch to look at you, a teasy smirk on his cheeks.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he says, chuckling. “Good to see you got all pretty for my friends.”

“I already pay you to live here,” you snort, making your way to the kitchen. “I don’t have to look presentable anymore.”

“That’s fair.” He quickly introduces all his friends who honestly look… bewildered. Not necessarily because you were disheveled, but because of the way Sero just… looks at you.

As soon as you were in the kitchen, he hops up on his feet to meet you in there, his arms tossing around your waist while you heat up one of the pieces of pizza, “you wanna hang out, watch the rest of the game with us? Quarter and a half left, if you wanted to.”

“It’s alright,” you hum back. Your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, “you have fun with your friends. You know where I’ll be.”

“Fine,” Sero grumbles. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something his friends can’t hear.

“You were little spoon last night!” You whine.

And still, from the living room, all his friends do is just. Watch. Bakugou tries to peel his gaze from the scene every once in a while, Todoroki blushing furiously because it’s weirdly intimate banter for roommates in a kitchen, but for the most part, they stay silent and just observe the dynamic. It’s almost like the shouldn’t be there, but it’s like a car crash, they can’t look away even if they should.

The way Sero sways subtly with you to pass the time of your cooking pizza, the squeak you let out when he nips at your ear, the way he’s got you encased in his grip like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

It’s not how roommates act at all, they think.

But it’s most definitely how a couple acts.

Especially when the interaction ends with a soft kiss on your head before you pad back into your bedroom, the group comes down to two conclusions:

Sero is hiding your relationship status, or you’re both too dumb to see the sparks practically flying.

And if they want answers, they better start poking.

“So,” Denki sings, grinning knowingly at his friend once he sits back down. “You never told me your roomie was so cute.”

Sero’s eyes immediately shot over to the blonde in a form of a glare, but he shifted in his seat to try and stay comfortable. “Didn’t think it would be important information. That’s not why I gave them the room, anyways.” His arms cross over the back of his head as he leans back, eager to stop this conversation. “And don’t call them cute. That ego of theirs is too fuckin’ big already.”

“That why you hid them away for so long?” Bakugou pokes, smirking. From the floor, Mina and Midoriya chuckle, and Sero glares at them with everything he has to make them shut up.

Not that it works, but it was a good effort.

“I didn’t ‘hide’ anyone,” he scoffs. “You dickheads just never come over. Could’ve met ‘em months ago.”

Unconvinced, Denki hums and takes a sip of his drink; he’s always been able to read Sero like a book- he wasn’t fooling him any time soon.

Todoroki leaned back in his seat, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “But, in that case… you are implying that you do find them cute, yeah?”

Sero popped one of his eyes back open; he eyed his friends for a moment, but deciding to keep any form of illusion still alive, he shrugs and lets a wide grin ease over his cheeks.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

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jullovve · 1 year

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head empty only sero hanta wearing a skirt

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanart #mha fanart #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero bnha #hanta #sero #bnha #mha

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livvyisb0red · 1 year

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Best friend Sero. Best. Friend. Sero.

Like literally imagine you two being the platonic besties where you can just lay your head on each others shoulders whenever. Or the sleepovers you two would have, not caring about sharing the bed. The hugs, the pranks, the laughs. The ideal best friend right there.

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bnha-as-my-life · 2 years

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kaminari: *trips and falls*

bakugo: are you fucking incompetent

sero: yeah he is

sero: *trips and falls*

sero: dammit

#bnha #bnha incorrect quotes #mha #mha incorrect quotes #class 1a #incorrect bnha #incorrect mha #sero hanta #kaminari denki #denki bnha #denki #denki kaminari #sero bnha #bakugo bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakusquad #bakusqaud

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maiyami · 2 years

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𝟡𝟘 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤

“Give me 90 days, then I will be used to him not being here.”

One-shot

Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader ft Hanta Sero

Minors don’t interact 18+

Unedited, so it’s basically shit.

Content: break-up, mentions of sex, mentions of drug use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst, hopefulness, open ended ending, and more.

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Six days later:

“Honey…you have to get out of this apartment. Sitting around isn’t going to make you feel better.”

Mina was sitting across from you at your kitchen table, you could see the worry in her eyes.

It had been almost a week since Bakugou said that he needed to be away from you. That he thought it wasn’t the right time for the both of you to be together.

“You’re the right person, but it’s the wrong time.” His voice echoed through your mind. Such a fucking cop out. That’s what first went through your mind, that if he just didn’t want to be with you that he should man up and say it how it is.

There was pain behind your eyes as you looked back at her. Face swollen from the amount you had cried, blotchy red spots marked your face, and you overall looked hollow.

“I appreciate you coming over, but I really want to be alone.” You basically hissed at her. Getting up from the table to move yourself back on the couch. Plopping back down in the little home you made there.

The sigh that sounded from Mina made you realize that she wasn’t going anywhere. Feeling her sit next to you, pulling you into her embrace. Sitting there in silence while her fingers played with your hair.

“I’m not saying put yourself out there to date again…but at least leave these walls. And bitch take a shower…you stink.” That earned a chuckle from you, which gave Mina some hope. Kissing the crown of your head before laughing herself. “Come get coffee with me, but SHOWER first.”

You mulled it over for a moment, pulling yourself from her arms. You nodded, getting up to make your way to your bathroom.

Mina basically shot herself off the couch, running into your room to put an outfit together. Calling out from the other room while you turned the water on. “See! This will be good! Baby steps my lovely!”

You didn’t answer back, stepping into the hotter than hell water. Letting it just pour down your skin. Something that didn’t make you feel numb, it actually hurt your skin. The first thing you’ve felt since he left.

While hearing Mina move about in the next room, you finally called back to her. Your voice sounded defeated, almost soft in tone as well.

“Give me 90 days, then I’ll be used to him not being here.”

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19 days later:

It was still hard, many things reminded you of Bakugou. When someone had a husky voice when speaking, a hot-head sounding off when something bothered them, seeing blonde haired men walking down the street even, and it made all those memories you pushed down…come back to the surface.

While you sat outside this coffee shop, your mind wandered. It was like you were there again, the day he asked you to be his.

The blush on his cheeks, how adorable you thought it looked on him. Him stuttering out his words before holding your hand tightly. How he asked if it was something you wanted, that he couldn’t just stay friends with benefits with you when I loved you so much more than just a quick fuck.

He loved you…it still stings to think that there was someone who loved you. Someone who said they would be there through your tough times. Only for him to not be there for them anymore. The time he looked over your body, put his hands on you…it all started to come back.

You remembered the first time he touched you. His hands rough, but also somewhat soft. Pushing your breasts together, only to shower them with love bites and kisses. How his tongue trailed down your sternum, hot to the touch from his fiery mouth. God…he could make your body feel like it had never been touched before.

His hands pushing your thighs up towards your chest, lovingly kissing your plush thighs. Until a harsh nip would cause you to arch your back. Every little mark he left on your body was then kissed over so passionately that it made your head spin. His tongue parting your lower lips before sucking on your clit so hard it made your eyes cross.

Thick fingers pushing their way into you, curling up to hit that perfect spot. You thought right then and there that you’d never feel pleasure like this ever again. Especially when he finally slipped his thick cock into your tight walls. The way he rolled his hips against yours, the way your thighs trembled against his frame…the stars in your eyes were brighter than the ones in the night sky.

“You’re fucking perfect…princess.” He muttered into the crook of your neck before you moaned softly for him. Before his hips stopped, releasing all the love that he had for you.

As you pulled yourself from that memory, you felt your waterline start to tear up. Bringing a hand up to brush under your eyes before your tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. You couldn’t let Mina see you cry again.

But as she approached you, you already knew that she saw the action. Sadness washed over Mina’s face while she sat down, grabbing onto your hand tightly. “71 more days, you’ll get through it.” She said with such love in her voice before you showed her your first smile in over a month. It gave her hope, easing herself into conversation with you.

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37 days later:

It was your first time actually going out since the break up, Mina made sure that no one mentioned Bakugou. “If anyone mentions him, I’ll melt your face off.” Her words exactly to your friend group. Which in fact, no one had heard from Bakugou lately. It wasn’t like he was taking the break up well either, the only person he truly spoke to was Kirishima but even Kiri knew better than to mention how upset his best friend was. He knew it didn’t do any good.

The dress the girls picked out for you really showed off your features. Low neck line, lace at your hips, and so body fitted that it left little to the imagination. You finally felt good about yourself, like maybe things were starting to feel better. Slowly getting used to the idea that Bakugou was no longer in your life. You were starting to become yourself again.

Once you made it into the club, you mood changed about how you felt. Suddenly out of place, like it was wrong for you to be here. Wrong for you to feel somewhat okay at the thought of going out to have fun.

Everyone was extremely pleased that you came out, bringing you into hugs, face kisses, and complimenting you to the nines. Even if you felt out of place, you were going to force yourself to have a good time.

It was about an hour into being there, the music vibrated the seat you took home in. Declining to dance with anyone who asked, milking the drink in front of you. That’s when Sero finally moved from his seat, coming to slither his way to sit next to you.

“You aren’t trying~” He hummed into your ear, before he laughed a little.

He wasn’t wrong, you weren’t trying to have a good time. It more felt like you had to be here. It made you sigh, leaning back into the booth before looking at him.

“I feel out of place, like I can’t let go and have fun.” You said back loudly over the thumping of the base.

He looked over you for a moment, letting his hand slide into his front pocket before producing a little baggy in front of your eyes. The little white substance glistening in the florescent lights while his cheshire smile graced his lips. You eyed him for a moment, shaking your head before grabbing your drink once again.

“No.” You said loudly before his shoulders shrugged.

“Come on, sweetheart. Live a little, let go!” He opened the bag, putting his pinkie into the baggy before bringing the appendage up to his nose. Sniffing in while he let his head fall back. The pleasure that moved over his face made you think.

Maybe this will make you feel better, make you forget more. Moving forward toward him, letting your eyes flutter up to meet his. “Fine.” Is all you had to say before he dipped his finger back into the bag. Bringing it up to your face. Looking into his eyes once again before taking a hold of his wrist. Closing your eyes to inhale.

It didn’t take long before euphoria to grace over your mind, the music sounded better. You felt out of your body as you took his hand into yours. Pulling him out into the center of the dance floor. The smirk that graced his lips as he looked back at Kirishima and Denki really said it all.

You pulled him fleshed against your body, hands slipping behind his neck while his thigh parted your legs. The Spanish music made it so much easier to grind yourself against him to the beat of the music. Faces close together while you teased him, lips ghosting over his before they finally locked together.

Little did you know, your friends sitting at the booth looked on with worry. They all knew this wasn’t the way for you to forget Bakugou. Kirishima leaned in to speak with the others, voicing his opinion.

“This isn’t good…he is playing into her pain. He shouldn’t be doing this.” He went to get up, he wanted to stop what was happening. It wasn’t until Jirou grabbed his arm. Pulling him back into his seat.

“Leave it be, Kiri. This is the most fun I’ve seen her have in months. It’s her life…let her get through it the way she needs.” Now that pissed Kirishima off. Something that rarely happened.

“It’s not right and you know it!” Pulling himself from her grasp, only to look up and find that both Sero and you were gone. He didn’t see either of you, panic rushed over his body.

In the back of the club, Sero had you pinned in the one stall bathroom. His lips attached to your neck while you grinded down on his thigh. Pupils blown wide as soft little mewls slipped past your lips. It felt different, but honestly it wasn’t a good different.

His hands weren’t rough, his touch was rushed, and he wasn’t anything like Bakugou. His tongue didn’t burn your skin, his hands didn’t give you goosebumps. Right then and there, that’s when you realized that…Bakugou ruined you for other men. Even drugs weren’t going to help you feel what he used to make you feel.

As Sero’s hand moved under your dress, that’s when your chest bobbed. Cheek hot as tears started to come down your face.

Once Sero saw, he immediately stopped. Moving to cup your cheeks in his hands before sighing. He didn’t need to say anything once he saw the hurt in your bright eyes. He just wrapped his hands around your middle, pulling you in to bury your face into his chest. His voice soft as his head rested on the top of yours. “I know…” was all he said before you let it all out.

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52 days later:

After everything that happened in the club, it actually made you become closer to Sero.

He understood the pain of losing someone who was in your life daily, all he wanted was to be there for you. Which ended up in daily smoking sessions up on the rooftop of your building.

You found comfort in him, something you didn’t think would be possible for a long time. Sure, he didn’t give the warmth you basked in with Bakugou. But he did give you something else, a little glimpse of happiness without him.

One night while you both sat on top of the roof, a blunt already ashed out. Sero finally asked what he had been thinking ever since you started to date his over the top stubborn hot-headed friend.

“What made you want to be with Bakugou?”

Leaning back on your hands, you looked up into the stars. A little smile spread over your features before answering him.

“He made me feel warm? Like sitting in the sun on a cool day. He accepted me for me, didn’t look at my flaws as thing that weren’t attractive. That I didn’t need to keep my walls up around him, didn’t need to hide my own rage that was buried deep down inside…he made me feel whole. It was nice to be loved by someone who had just as many insecurities as myself. I didn’t want to hide the worst parts of myself with him.” You sighed.

Maybe this is what you needed as well, someone to just understand why you loved someone who was very similar to yourself. That he wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be. But it also made you realize that maybe it was doomed from the beginning. That it was going to end as quickly as it started.

As you kept looking up, Sero put his arm around you. Letting you lean your head onto his shoulder. He wished at that moment he could take your pain away, make you see that he could give you all of that. But it wasn’t the time, you were still hurting. You still needed time and he was going to let you have it.

“I get it, I hope you find that someone again.”

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79 days later:

It didn’t hurt nearly as bad when you saw Bakugou on the news. You actually felt proud that he saved so many people from a villain attack at a local school.

You sat there watching the footage, he looked great. Uncut hair, big muscles, and that ever present scowl on his handsome face. It didn’t hurt, which at first scared you a bit.

Reliving the memories just felt like a past life now, that you could look back at them as found memories with someone you used to know. He is a stranger to you now, but it was for the better you think.

Footsteps sounded behind you, while a coffee mug was place in front of your face. Mina looked down at you with a smile. Moving her eyes up to the tv to see what you were watching. Narrowing her eyes before looking back at you. You could feel her eyes burning into the side of your head.

“I can practically hear your thoughts, spit it out.” You said before taking a sip of your coffee.

“You’re- you have been doing so well…I don’t want you regressing. What about Sero?”

You turned the tv off, the brightest smile placed on your lips while you looked up at her. You seemed so whole to her now, it made her feel shitty about what she asked.

“It doesn’t hurt to watch him be good at what he does.”

That made Mina smile, sitting down next to you to lean into your body. “That a girl!” Mina was beaming, it finally felt like she had her friend back. That bright and cheery smile finally found its way back lovingly on your beautiful face. You didn’t have bags under your eyes from late nights of crying or horrible drug use.

“Sooo how are things with Sero? You two have gotten really close lately.” She said with a sing-song voice.

That’s when she saw the devil dance behind your eyes, giving her a little smirk before turning the tv back on. “Don’t worry about it.”

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90 days later:

You did it, you did what you said was going to happen.

It took 90 days, 90 long days but you were finally used to Bakugou not being around. It didn’t hurt at all. It didn’t hurt when someone mentioned him, or when you saw him at pro-hero balls, or even when you had to pass by his agency to get to your own.

It didn’t hurt, it felt refreshing. Like breathing in oxygen after you felt like you were suffocating under water.

The night was cool, sitting up on the rooftop while you waited for Sero to get off of patrol. The air kissed against your skin, making you wonder why you ever hated the cold. It made you feel alive now, that it soothed your heart.

As your phone vibrated next to you, it pulled you out of your peaceful thoughts. Glancing down at it, you felt your body freeze. A number flashed on your screen that you would never forget, no matter how long it had been.

“Hey, it’s Bakugou. I wanted to talk.”

You finally got used to him not being around, but that message made you remember just how hard it was to let him go. That message made things you had pushed down deep in your heart come flooding back. How you remembered why you hated the cold. Because his warmth was always there to keep you happy.

It didn’t matter how long he had been out of your life, Bakugou Katsuki still had a hold on your heart that you think will never go away. Even if it had been 90 days.

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