I (don't) remember you: Sero x FemReader POVs

pov: you start to open up to Sero about your family dysfunction

pov: you start to open up to Sero about your family dysfunction

genre: fluff

When Sero came back to the dorms despite being 2:00 in the morning, you hugged him tight as if you wanted to seep into his skin. It was apparent that you wouldn't let him go when you jumped and locked your legs together around his waist. He has to carry you now. He went home for the weekend since his ma was nagging him to come visit.

And then during the good night call, he asked you what's wrong and somehow his words was the impetus to the dam of your feelings bursting forth.

"Want to talk about it?"

You burrowed your face in his chest, avoiding eye contact. "You know I mentioned that my parents were college sweethearts, right?"

"Yeah, it's nice." His hands are under your thighs holding you up as he navigates the way to his dorm room.

"Did I ever tell you how my dad decided he was gonna marry my mom?"

Sero shook his head. "No."

"He said the moment he saw her, he knew he was going to marry her." You lean your face away, staring at a spot on his shoulder. "Can you imagine feeling so strongly for someone the first time you saw them and you just knew?"

Because it wasn't like that for us. The thought snuck in with no warning.

You went on, "And I think that's why I think he made a mistake you know because I think he got blinded and failed to see and know who my mom really was."

"But your mom and dad's been married for almost 20 years."

"Yeah," you slumped over him once more, resting your chin on his left shoulder. "I think it's also because for awhile, my dad had to work abroad for higher pay. So alot of their relationship was spent in long distance."

"That's amazing." Sero comments as he reached the door of his dorm room, without needing his prompt you reached and turned the door knob. "Long distance relationships are  hard."

"Yeah, my mom has this huge plastic box that contained letters. Handwritten. Their letters to each other. They used cute stationaries. Letters with actual stamps. I think I used to sneak around and read those letters when I was around 1st grade."

"You think?" He quirked a brow at that as he used one foot to push open the door.

You rolled your eyes. "I snuck around. Happy now, you grammar nazi?"

Sero's lips pressed quickly on your forehead as he laughed.

"Anyways my mom, she's not bad—"

He chuckled, kicking the door gently to close while you glared at him. "I'm sorry. It's just— you're saying it like you're leaving a review on your mom."

"Do you want me to go on?"

"Please." Sero walks over to his hammock, sat on it, and lied down with you still in his arms.

"She wasn't really there for us, for her kids. She never went to PTA meetings. She never oversaw our studies. She hired tutors sure, had nannies to take care of us but she wasn't there which was okay, no big deal. I wasn't hurt by it but she had these expectations that she's the most perfect mother in the world." You adjusted your body to lay in a position that's perfect for you and Sero when you said, "Tell me when your body's getting numb."

"'Kay."

"So, my mom wants us to do things like post our greetings on social media on her birthday. Greeting her outside of that doesn't count.Also on mother's day too. She wants to show off all the time." Your forefinger finds its way to Sero's jaw, tracing the shape. "Everything about me is about her especially after getting into U.A., I guess it's because she was the pretty girl in high school and college, she got used to everything being about her. Sucks I didn't inherit her looks."

He put his hand over your wrist. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not as pretty as her."

"You're pretty. The prettiest, cariño."

You looked at him thoughtfully and hummed. "I see, interesting." You broke into a smile.

"I'm a bad influence on you. Now you're dishing sass left and right." He grins while his fingers find the spaces between yours, holding your hand. You hear the whizzing of the tape to see Sero using his tape quirk to wound it on the door knob so he can pull on the tape to swing the hammock. "What about tío?"

"He's the best. When my siblings and I were toddlers, he actually stayed here and found work here instead of overseas." You start to smile as you remembered things fondly. "I remember his mango smoothies and coconut smoothies."

"Not strawberries?"

"Mango is the best flavor. But my dad is also a jerk. He's. . . hard to please." You stare at Sero's face, wondering if there will ever be a day you'd get sick of his face. Kami, he's so cute. "I remember the first time I joined a spelling bee contest and I got 2nd place. I was so excited that I got a medal. I come up to him and he asked me, 'why not first?'"

"Wow."

"I know. That's when I know I wouldn't get his approval unless I aim for first. So I didn't. Why exhaust myself to something that's going to take a whole lot of time pleasing someone else when I could just do whatever?" You sniffed at Sero, his cologne smells good. "Besides, if I do become like first all the time, he'd want me to maintain it so.."

"So tío is hard to please?"

"Used to be, now I call him out. And he's soft on me."

"You're a daddy's girl."

"I am."

"Oh. . .  so like, you can call me daddy— ow! You smack like you're doing a spike on a volleyball. Sadist." He studies the expression on your face, and tentatively asks, "you feeling better?"

You press a quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeah."