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(★) 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖ᶠⁱᶠᵗʸ-ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ

Korei finally submitted her essay, not really caring about it anymore. She just wanted Hanta back. After sending all of those messages and calling all of their shared friends, she decided to just let him blow off some steam. She didn't bother to eat lunch, but she did clean up the slight mess before it attracted bugs. She made sure to put the food up in the fridge after labeling it. Once that was done, she headed straight for the bedroom.

She stripped herself of her clothing, opting to wear one of Hanta's sweatshirts instead. It was his favorite one because it was the first-ever merch that was made for him. She made the whole room smell like him, turning the lights off before climbing into bed. Even though the sunlight filtered in through the thin curtains, Korei laid in bed and cuddled her fiance's pillow. She didn't know if he was coming back, and she couldn't shake the pressure in her chest.

Her phone rang in the kitchen, Kirishima calling because he wanted to know what she meant in her message. Korei didn't bother to get up and check it, knowing it wasn't Hanta because his phone was left right beside her own. He could have been using someone else's phone but she doubted that. If he wanted to talk, he'd come back home. The green-haired girl tightened her grip on the pillow, tears pouring from her eyes as she quietly hyperventilated about losing Hanta. She cried until she fell asleep, and she even cried during that.

Hanta entered their apartment, kicking his shoes off and calling out for Korei. He didn't hear her respond so he thought she was mad at him. "Babe? Baby? I'm sorry!" He called, ruffling his hair as he walked through the apartment. He saw her phone next to his, and just as he was walking away, hers began to ring. Kirishima's name flashed on the screen so he decided to answer it.

"Korei? What's wrong? Why haven't you been answering me for the past twenty minutes?" Kirishima sounded worried, wanting to know that his friend was okay. "And what's with the weird message? Is Sero okay? What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about?" Hanta asked, confused by the words spewing out of Kirishima's mouth. "What message? What's going on?"

"Dude, you're home with her? Why was she asking me to let her know if you came over here? She made it seem like you were gone, bro." Hanta realized what was going on, a sad smile on his lips as he placed his hand on the counter. "Dude, she even texted Bakugo. I thought something was seriously wrong!"

"I walked out for a bit, but I'm back now. I'm sorry for the scare. Look, I'm gonna let you go now, alright?" Kirishima let him know that it was cool with him and then he hung up, heading for the bedroom. He noticed the door was slightly ajar and the smell of...him was so much more intense than usual. He pushed the door open, slowly stepping inside to find Korei curled up into his pillow with her face partially covered. Her clothes were piled up on the floor, his sweatshirt practically swallowing her body. Hanta always enjoyed baggy clothes and seeing his girl enjoy them as well really made him feel some type of way. He stepped closer, leaning down to brush some hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead before letting his own rest against hers.

Korei woke up because she felt something drip onto her face, her eyes slowly opening as she rolled over to look at the person towering over her. Hanta stood, wiping his cheek and apologizing for crying on her. It didn't register in her mind that he was standing there until she realized that he was standing there. She practically threw herself up at him, tugging him in for a tight hug. "I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN! I DIDN'T MEAN IT AT ALL! I REALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT SEX. I JUST WANT YOU, HANTA. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry for leaving. I shouldn't have done that. A-and I promise I won't do it again. I love you and I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry that I pushed and made you say it. I know you didn't mean it, " he was crying even more now, brushing Korei's hair back as she stood on her knees on the bed. "And I want to marry you, babe. You're the only person I've ever loved a-and I don't want to love anyone else. I just want to be with you, Korei. I've always wanted to just be with you."

"I know! I'm so sorry for saying something so stupid! I know you want to marry me and I know you see a future with me! I'm sorry for being so stupid!" She cried out, shaking her head as her tears blurred her vision. Hanta swiped them away, his thumbs rubbing over her skin as they continued to cry together. "I love you so much, Hanta. I really do! I love you with everything in me and it hurts when you're not here with me. Please don't ever leave me. Promise me that we'll make it work? Promise me that if we fight again, you'll stay and talk to me?"

"I promise. I promise you, " he nodded, leaning in to kiss her lips passionately. Korei wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her as their kiss deepened. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry." He continued to mumble those words as their kisses carried on. Korei responded with her own version of the words, trying to brush away his tears and continue kissing him with such a fiery passion that their lips burned.

He began to lay her down on the bed, Korei shuffling so that she could push the comforter out from behind them. Neither of them was paying attention to what they were pushing off the bed, focusing on the way the other's lips felt on their own. There was something under their skin, an itch that hadn't been there before. They separated for a few moments, faces remaining just inches apart as their heavy breathing filled the quiet room. They were both trying to figure out what was different. Why was there something different? They had always been in love, right? What was this feeling? This burning...desire to make everything...theirs.

Not another word was spoken, Hanta's lips smashed against Korei's with an unmistakable lust for her. His hands flew to the sweatshirt that she wore, their kisses turning more feverish and hurried as he rolled the sweater up over her body. He pulled away to admire the way it bunched up above her chest. Korei's naked body was on display for her fiance, and he was eating it up.

She blushed, feeling like it was the first time that Hanta was seeing her naked. "Don't stare, " she mumbled out, flustered and embarrassed as she tried to hide the stubble on her lower half. "I-i haven't shaved since Wednesday, you know that." She felt like he was judging her, but there was only love that overwhelmed him.

"Baby, I don't care. You look absolutely stunning, " he whispered, his hands skimming over her squishy and dimpled skin. "I don't care if you decide that you don't want to shave anymore, you're my baby and I'm gonna take care of you regardless."

She reached forward to smack his chest, giggling at what he said. Hanta grinned and leaned down to recapture her lips with his. This kiss was slow, much slower than the others, and his tongue slipped into her mouth with every intention to claim the whole area. He pushed off his sweatpants and briefs, laying against Korei for a few short minutes as he kicked them completely off. Their kiss parted when Hanta sat up, his knees digging into the mattress below them. He was already relatively hard, but as Korei wrapped her hand around his cock, he just got harder.

"Well, I'll take care of you tonight, okay...daddy?"

"Fuck yeah, princess."