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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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ⓒ luvseraph 4/16/25

HANTA SERO!!! Anyways can we appreciate how much screen time he got in the new movie. King shit. Love him.

I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.

me staring at the request in my inbox… me looking at all my ideas in my notes app…. “omg! i literally have nothing to write”

is this you way if saying u wanna go on a lego date w me… 😊

Your witholding cookies from me by making me wait for the next ep </3 on the edge of my seat sighhh

the devil consumed my soul while writing this chapter

contains: swearing word count: 1.2k

“miller's on your ass today.” 

you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.  

“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders. 

you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc

rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”

“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms. 

“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides. 

keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?” 

“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained. 

keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”

“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him. 

keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”

“the hippie—?” 

keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment  “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”

it was your turn to press your lips together now. 

“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder. 

your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.” 

“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”

a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe. 

keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar. 

the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift. 

you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin. 

just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.

“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.    

a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer. 

“don’t know why the old man—“

“shut up.” tomura snapped. 

touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”

“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop. 

“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on. 

touya (surprisingly) was stunned.

“what the fuck is that?”

his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—

“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake. 

“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.

touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it. 

“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.

touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack. 

tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet. 

“and where the fuck are you going?”

“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app. 

tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.

eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more. 

touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon. 

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ᯓ★ catfish

catfish k. kozume

in which kenma finally meets his online best friend and crush , whom his friend , kuroo , is convinced is a catfish , only to realize they're so much better in person

kenma sat at a table in his favorite cafe, secretly excited to finally meet the person he had been chatting with for so long.

his friend, kuroo, had insisted to come along, the rooster haired boy badly disguised at a nearby table, trying to remain secretive, though his act just made him stand out more.

the blonde boy huffed out a sigh at his friend's obvious spying, slouching down in his seat, pulling his nintendo 3ds further over his face as he attempted to distract himself.

only a few moments later he heard a familiar voice clear their throat, looking up to see the person he had been texting and calling for months standing in front of him.

"hey," he shyly mumbles at the beaming smile in front of him, setting down his gaming console.

"it's nice to finally see you in person!" they replied eagerly, sitting down across from him.

"yeah," he quietly replied, shooting off a quick text to his friend.

told you they were real.