bnha scenarios

hanta sero | ⛈

prompt: one drunken night reveals secrets that sero wish he never knew in the first place.
category: angst
character: hanta serowo
word count: 1117

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SERO DIDN'T KNOW WHEN she had changed. For one week, her entire family had suddenly dropped off the map. Their car was gone from their driveway, their mail poured out of their mailbox and onto their porch, and all the curtains were closed. For a week, the house was dark, lightless, and blocked out from the rest of the world.

Hanta remembered peeking out of the curtains every now and then, looking for when his best friend would return; when he'd hear the familiar rumble of their family's car and the screech that followed when they pulled into their driveway. However, when that day came, their relationship came to a halt.

Her tone had become monotonous and all her words became bland; there was no glimmer of happiness in her eyes and no cheery tone in her voice. The only time that it popped out was when she was with other friends. Hell, he'd watched her laugh at Denki's stupid jokes or Mina's antics countless times and it never made him feel better.

However, there was another time when her elation popped out; when she was drunk. And that's exactly what was going on. Denki was getting more drinks, Mina was flirting with another girl that seemed to be quite into it as well, Bakugo had left hours ago, and Jiro was attempting to call a friend to help her take her drunk roommate home since she lacked a car of her own.

"You'll take her, I'm guessing?" Jirō sighed, pocketing her phone afterward, glancing at the giggling Y/n as she watched Mina's drunk antics. Sero chewed on his bottom lip before sharply inhaling, nodding afterward. Jirō was one of the few people that noticed the harsh change in the relationship dynamic.

Well, everyone saw it, but Denki and Jirō were the only ones that ever brought it up. Bakugo felt it wasn't his place and Mina was good with both of them separately and didn't want to risk ruining her own friendship with them. They talked for a bit more, a drunk Y/n rolling her head around on Sero's lap. Denki eventually came back, but blacked out soon after.

Jirō suddenly stood up, smiling. "I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick and check on Mina." She excused herself, walking out of the karaoke booth while smoothing down her short purple skirt. Sero just nodded again, awkwardly smiling back before looking down at the girl on his lap. She seemed to be amused at nothing, giggling while holding an empty bottle.

After a few moments of silence, she suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, Sero,"

His body grew rigid. "Hm?"

"You know," She slurred, moving to sit up as he guided her, propping her up to sit beside him. Occasionally, his eyes would leave her and turn to glance at the passed out Denki, making sure that his wingman was okay. "There's this girl that I know that liked you for, like," She paused, counting on her fingers in a silly manner before wailing.

"I don't have enough fingers!" She whined, making him smile. "How many do you need?" He chuckled, watching her carefully as she waved her fingers in the air. Y/n blubbered, tears already pooling in her eyes. "Nine!" He grabbed ahold of one of her hands, counting slowly while making sure she was paying attention. "You have all nine, see?"

The drunk girl gaped, fits of giggles escaping from her lips. "Oh, you're a magician!" Hanta awkwardly smiled back, coughing into his hand as he glanced at her. It still hurt to hear her laughs and see her smiles; all knowing that it was never because of what he did. "Anyway, what about this girl?" His heart fluttered. It'd been the first he ever heard of it.

"Oh yeah," She drunkenly popped. "She liked you for nine years. No, she loved you for nine years." Her correction made his brows furrow and he stared at her. Who loved him? Hell, out of all of his friends, who? It was no secret that Hanta was a big extrovert, but he always kept his inner friend circle small; that doesn't equal a lot of people.

"Who is she?"

"She is me!" Y/n suddenly giggled, bouncing up and down in her seat while jazzily moving her hands. "Surprise!" His heart dropped, face turning pale as he looked at her. Yes, he had always loved Y/n. And yes, his undoubting devotion towards her had never changed despite how differently she looked at him now, but shouldn't she be dead by now?

"What did you say?"

"Surprise!"

"No, before that,"

"Jazz hands!"

"No, goddamnit!"

His burst of anger made her fall silent and he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands in a frustrating motion. "Y/n, I'm sorry," Y/n quietly nodded in response, slowly grabbing his hands to make less cheery motions as she pointed at herself repeatedly. "She is me." Once again, his heart jumped in his throat and he choked on his words.

"Shouldn't you be dead? Wouldn't you have Hanahaki—"

"I did," Her mood dampened as his heart dropped, eyes widening as he stared at her with an incredulous and painful look. Suddenly, everything made sense. The week her family seemed to drop off the Earth, the change in expression, their entire relationship completely flipped and he never put two and two together.

"You—"

"—I got the surgery."

His head dipped, heart hammering as sweat coated his face. Everything suddenly feels so. . . hot. He felt sick to his stomach, setting his face in his hands. "Y/n, I'm sorry," A hand reached up, stroking his hair in a comforting manner and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault," She reassured.

Sero pursed his lips, hating how he had been the reason for the sudden distance all along. Even if he had confessed when they were fifteen, would she have looked at him the same? Or would she still get the surgery because his reciprocated love would be a selfless act? Sero couldn't tell and he'd never know, letting out another stressed sigh.

The door squeaked open and Jirō came in, a smile playing on her lips as Y/n drunkenly cheered at her arrival. However, her expression morphed at the sight of her distressed friend. "Sero, you good?" She asked, brows knitted as she glanced at Denki who was now on the floor. Sero felt sick again, his stomach churning at the question as he raised his head and gave a weak smile.

"I'm fine."