y/n l/n and hanta sero were friends when they were kids, and vowed to become heroes together. but after losing him because of moving, y/n was heartbroken. and eventually, that heartbreak led to stopping. she stopped talking as much, stopped smiling...
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you walked down the busy street, dodging the flying limbs of people around you as they talked on their phones with varying emotions. one person in particular though seemed to catch your eye. he had ash blonde hair, and a scowl on his face. you wondered what had happened to him, but didn't feel the urge to ask.
looking at him once more, you saw a group of four, one trying to walk beside him but failing, two having what seems to be an exciting conversation, based on their faces, and one who was in his own world, listening to music but occasionally smiling at the two. he kind of reminded you of sero, but you quickly dismissed the thought, instead speeding ahead of them and taking a sharp right toward your school. they followed in pursuit.
you looked behind you to see the raven haired male who seemed completely uninterested in the rest of them only second ago, now whispering to the angry ash blonde, and the red head, who seemed to be sweeter then sugar. but while staring back at them, you ran into a street lamp.
"dumbass..." you thought to yourself while you doubled over, clutching your head in pain. the noise from the impact caused all of them to look up, and while three laughed, two didn't. those two rushed over to help, offering you their hands. you hesitantly put one hand in one of their hands, and they pulled you up. you stared at your feat, face beet red from embarrassment.
"are you okay?" one spoke. "yeah, that looked like it hurt." said the other. remembering your mom's words, you mumbled, "i'm okay. thank you." the atmosphere was awkward, but you figured there was nothing more to say. one of the people, who you noted happen to be wearing crocs, shifted his feet uncomfortably, making you look up at him.
he had black hair, and red eyes. you found him to be quite plain, that was until he smiled. his sharp teeth took you by surprise as your eyes widened. you assumed he didn't noticed, and asked,
"i'm kirishima, eijiro, and this is sero, hanta." your eyes widened even farther when you heard the second name. you looked over at the other boy, but you couldn't tell if he was the same person as your sero or not.
"i'm l/n. y/n, l/n." the look on sero's face had any doubt wiped from your mind that this could be someone else.
"w-wait.. l/n. do you r-remember me?" he stuttered out, looking almost pale from the return of his friend.
"of course i do. you're not exactly easy to forget." you whispered the last part, as he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up and hugged you, so tight you could barely breathe. "h-hanta- air- i-i need a-air- please" you barely managed to mutter as he quickly dropped you to the floor, apologizing excessively.
"it's okay." you said in return to his apologies, giving him a small smile too, which he returned.
"you look so... different!" he exclaimed, but as his cheeks turned cherry red when he looked you up and down, you assumed it wasn't in a bad way.
"so do you. i never thought that the short little hanta would get so tall." he chuckled and looked down at you,
"and i never thought that you would get so small!" to anyone watching the display, the height difference was obvious. after all, you were down to hanta's chest, and he loved it. you were always taller then him as kids, and you somehow found a way to fit it into every conversation. at least, until you moved.
you gingerly looked down at the time, not wanting to leave hanta. but even though you hoped you wouldn't be late, you knew you would.
silently cursing at yourself for being late the third time this week, you asked hanta for his number. you didn't want to lose contact with him again, after all.
kirishima, a pink haired girl, and a yellow-haired boy, all made an "oooo" sound, that confused you, but hanta seemed to know as his cheeks went back to cherry red. he whisper yelled, "guys!" and looked back at you.
"of course y/n." you gave him your phone, and he gave you his phone. after you put in your number, it asked for a contact number. after thinking for a second, you went with the odd childhood nickname given to you by hanta. pufferfish. your contact name was pufferfish.
