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## promise rings, whispered i love you's, and chocolate gateau cake
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"𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝟗𝟏𝟏, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆."
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"FUCKIN' CHRIST, LAST TIME I'M EVER CLIMBING SOMETHING."
you finally pull yourself over the balcony and knock onto hanta's sliding door. you would go through his dorm's door like a normal person, you even had a key too, but aizawa-sensei was patrolling the boy's hall this week.
you continuously knock on the glass door, watching the stirring boy roll out of bed, flinging his blankets onto the ground.
he shuffles toward the door and opens it, then immediately diving back into bed. you close the door quietly and set down the bag. you grab the boxed cake that had 'happy 17th birthday, baby!' and a spider-man with tape icing decoration.
you sit on his stomach, crisscrossed apple sauce with the box opened, lighting the candles with an old red lighter. hanta slowly opens his dark eyes as he holds your hips, rubbing circles and irregular shapes. he tiredly raises his brow, slowly moving up. you glance at the alarm clock next to his bed, 11:59 pm.
it then changes to midnight.
"happy birthday, you're now officially seventeen, bebe!"
you lay the box onto his bedside table as you lean forward and lay kisses all over his face. after every kiss, you whisper, 'mwah!'
hanta beams as he sits up and bear-hugs you, rolling on top of you. hanta kisses your temple and mutters into your hair, his rough voice melting your heart.
"thank you, cariñ@"
hanta gives you more kisses as you both giggle, your fingers through his long dark hair and legs loosely wrapped around his thin waist. you whisper, 'it's nothing, really' into his neck, leaving a trail of kisses from his chin to his nape.
"awww, don't get all soft on me!"
you bite his shoulder as he yells an 'ow,' you cover his mouth as you laugh and give his bruised shoulder a gentle kiss,
"whatever, you loser. now let's eat the cake i got you."
hanta whines more as he lets his body entirely fall onto you. his hold tightening onto you, squeezing your sides. you lay with him for a bit longer, sleep slowly fading into you, your eyelids feeling heavier as your hands massage his bed-head. you begrudgingly whisper into his pierced ear,
"aigh, it's chocolate gateau cake, babe."
he quickly jumps off you and onto the edge of the bed like an obedient puppy while you grab the grocery bag you brought with you.
"the plates, napkins, and cutlery."
"ooo, all fancy, just for me?"
"mhm, and this."
hanta grabs the small box, wrapped with brown wrapping paper and a spider-man bow.
he carefully removes the bow and unwraps the paper, then folding the paper like you would with clothes.
you raise your eyebrow with a slight grin to this as he cheekily smiles back. he then opens the once wrapped box to see a small chain and two gold bands. hanta freezes at the sight of the glittering jewelry.
"yes."
"what?"
"i will marry you."
"what?!"
you raise your hands to cover your face as you feel the heat rise to the apple of your cheeks.
"what? isn't this an engagement ring? i'm saying yes! even though i wanted to propose."
"noo, stupid. it's a promise ring. not saying if i could, i wouldn't propose to you! it's just we're so young, and we're training to be heroes, and i wouldn't want to get into the way of you becoming a hero!"
you ramble as you look at your much more entertaining hands, hanta removes one of the bands from the small box and slips it onto your ring finger. he then puts the other band onto the chain wordlessly; he looks to you with the necklace in his hands.
you grab the necklace with his back turned to you, placing it onto his neck and clasping it together. you leave a quick peck onto the back of his neck, which sends shivers down his spine.
"thank you. really. this means a lot."
you almost have to ask him to repeat it, but you nod even though he can't see it. you wrap your arms around his torso and lay your head across his back.
"i love you"
"te amo más"
"no, te amo más."
"it's my birthday, so i love you more."
"that makes zero sense."
"it makes sense to me."
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a/n - AIGHHHH - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SERO <333!!!!!!! - ugh love this man sm; he's so underrated:( - deserves sm more than this crappy chapter, but here ya go
