2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

(★) 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤ᶠᵒʳᵗʸ-ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ

"This is Hanta, my boyfriend, " Korei introduced when her grandmother spotted the tall boy. She didn't know what to expect of her grandmother, knowing that they haven't always been on the best of terms, though they did make up last year. Korei's grandmother was a relatively strict Jewish lady, short and plump with dark purple, almost black, hair. She wasn't always kind to Korei throughout the years, but she was trying to be better now. "He's in the hero course at Yuuei."

"Oh goodness, " Gran whispered to herself, eyes widening as she thought of all the ways she could react. She could get mad because she knows her granddaughter isn't being modest, but the times have changed and there was no reason to be mad about that. "I like him a lot better than the last boy. At least this one knows how to brush his hair, " she spoke, looking up at the nervous boy. "I never thought you'd go after a hero course boy, duvshanit." Korei didn't know what to say about that. It's not like she was trying to get a hero course partner.

"Hanta Sero! Nice to meet you, ma'am!" Hanta grinned, bowing respectfully. He could tell that Korei was a little nervous, which made him kind of nervous too but he decided to put that behind him. Making a good impression on Korei's grandmother was his main goal.

"Oh, you have manners?" Gran mused, her brown eyes narrowed as she looked at Hanta's bowing form. She definitely liked him but she didn't know if she should let her granddaughter know that. "You're better than the last one, I do have to admit."

"He's much better than the last one, " Korei murmured to herself. She dropped one of her hands to interlock with Hanta's as he straightened up. "Uh, would it be alright for us to go to my room, Gran? I'd like to show Hanta around before dinner." Gran walked away from them, allowing the couple to enter into the living/dining room. "We also need to put our stuff up."

"Do what you want, duvshanit. I'm not getting in the way of young love." She hummed. Korei's cheeks dusted with a soft pink blush as she giddily pulled Hanta in the direction of her room. Hanta nearly slipped on the hardwood floor, his socks not exactly having the best friction.

"Woah! How the heck are you not slipping?" Hanta asked once they had arrived at Korei's bedroom door. She shrugged and slid her door open, revealing the relatively packed room. Despite moving most of her items into her dorm, she still had a lot of things that she left behind. Most of her dressers were left behind, and Gran bought her a futon that she could use when she was back home, so her bedroom remained pretty much intact, save for a few pictures and posters. "I definitely didn't expect it to be this full."

"Heh, I have a lot of stuff. I am pretty spoiled." She mumbled, scratching the back of her neck before placing her duffle bag on the floor in her bedroom. "Just put your stuff wherever. Make yourself at home."

"I will, " Hanta smiled even though he knew he would continue feeling awkward in a house that wasn't his. He sat his items aside and walked around the bedroom. There wasn't much to see but he found amusement in the cute princess stickers and band posters.

"Here's the bathroom, if you need to use it. It's a full so there's a shower and stuff, " Korei explained, happy that she didn't have to worry about going down four floors to get a bath. "It's way more convenient."

"You got your own bathroom?"

"I told you I was spoiled, Hanta!" She exclaimed, watching as he chuckled and shook his head at her. "But having my own shower means we can get a bath together and not worry about getting caught." She added, poking his side gently before cuddling into it. Hanta hummed, nodding happily.

"That reminds me, " he mumbled, lowering his voice for the next part. "Mina made us a care package for the next few weeks." His eyebrows bounced and Korei felt her cheeks flush. "She told me to open it with you, so, would you like to open it?"

"I'm very tempted but I know we can't fit anything in before dinner." She patted his chest a few times, trying to stop her mind from wandering. Bottom lips bitten, the two of them made eye contact. "What d'ya think she packed for us?"

Hanta made a noise to signify he didn't know as his hands groped at her sides. "I dunno, babe. But just to clarify something, " he leaned closer to her face, their noses brushing against one another's before he tilted his head just a little bit to the left. Korei's hands rubbed from his chest to his shoulders, a quiet whimper leaving her lips. She had failed in keeping her thoughts pure, that's kind of what Hanta does to her. "There's always time for a little foreplay."

Their lips connected as they initiated what would quickly become a passionate make-out session. Hanta never rushed their kisses, always taking his time to make sure Korei was enjoying it as much as he was, but this was an exception.

Their tongues massaged one another's, soft pants escaping from their open mouths. Korei started backing up, pulling Hanta with her so they had some support as they continued to make-out. Once her back was touching the wall, they separated. Even though things were a bit more fast-paced than what Korei was used to, she still had the time to notice the thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to Hanta's. She watched as it broke, her eyes getting distracted by Hanta's tongue sweeping over his bottom lip.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" She asked under her breath, too scared to say it any louder. She definitely didn't want her grandmother to know what she was doing, that'd be horrible. A grin stretched over Hanta's lips as his hands rubbed over her torso. Korei bit her bottom lip, the feeling of his fingertips gliding over her shirt making her heartbeat pick up.

"Something simple, ya know?" He smirked, his right hand slipping past the elastic of her shorts. "Just to get you wet for right now." Korei flushed, letting him do as he pleased. She was acting more shy than usual, knowing that Gran could catch them if she so much as made a single squeak. "Sound good, princess?" Her eyes widened at that, words sputtering out as she tried to figure out why he had called her that and why exactly she liked it so much. "H-hey, are you alright?" Hanta asked, worried that he had overstepped some boundaries. He yanked his hand out of her pants, apologizing repeatedly.

"N-no, that's not it, " she stammered, grabbing his hand. "Just..." her voice trailed off and her whole face turned red. "...you called me princess and I liked it...a lot." Hanta's cheeks dusted with pink, knowing that the nickname was a spur of the moment thing because of the princess stickers that littered her bedroom walls.

"Haven't I called you it before?" He mumbled, vaguely remembering saying the nickname but not sure if he had written it in his story or if he had actually called his girlfriend a princess. "I'm pretty sure I have."

"Yeah...it had the same effect on me then too! We weren't dating yet and you said I was a 'pure little princess' and it made me like...super horny. Remember?" She whispered, her gaze falling to the floor. Hanta tilted her head up with his free hand, an amused glint in his black eyes.

"I remember. That was when you told Shinsou to eat shit in the elevator, " Korei rolled her eyes, trying to correct him because she didn't say that. "It's also when you said you'd probably fuck me in his bed just to piss him off." He grinned once again, his thumb brushing over her warm cheek. Korei nodded, her face burning bright as she fought off her nerves. She slowly guided his hand down, bottom lip bitten once more.

"I also said that you'd finger the ever-loving fuck out of me willingly, " she hummed lowly. "Which you're about to do, right?" Hanta chuckled and leaned down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. Korei let go of his hand, allowing him to slip it right back into her shorts.

"You got that right...princess."