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hanta's sister called him out of the blue one day, "i need a favour," that was a few months ago now.
you're hanta's sister's, kana sero's, friend and you recently found yourself homeless after losing your job and your boyfriend all in the same week and with nowhere else to go you asked kana if you can crash on her sofa for a few days while you're trying to get in contact with your parents she agreed before she thought of a better option.
"you've still got that spare room don't you?"
"why? what are you after?"
after that phone call your destiny was sealed. you could stay in hanta's spare room until you get yourself back on your feet. it was supposed to be only until you were able to get in touch with one of your family members to ask them if you can stay with them but it became a longer and longer stay and hanta found out he didn't mind that at all.
he didn't know you before you walked in, bulging bag in hand which you're clearly struggling to carry or even hold up, lollipop in your mouth and pristine nails wrapped around the bag handle. "let me help you with that," he flashes a grin and grabs your bag for you. you thank him and as your hands brush against his you feel heat rise to your cheeks- kana never told you her brother was so attractive.
after helping you carry your belongings inside he intends to go back to his room and out of your way, sure you'll be living together but he doubts you'll interact very often. he was wrong.
before he can leave you ask him, "i was just about to order something to eat, do you know any good places around here? i can order something for you too as a thank you for helping me with my bags and letting me stay," you pause and bite your lip for a few seconds before speaking again, "somewhere cheap would be nice."
he didn't know what to expect from one of kana's friends but it certainly wasn't you- ditzy and a bit dumb, a bit of a girl-failure too, messing up at the things you attempt, unsuccessful in experiences new and old, lacking common sense, and overall just not the most put-together.
you nearly burnt down the kitchen making french toast. if hanta didn't get home when he did you would be homeless all over again, this time hanta would be too. a couple days after he spotted you washing a knife with the blade towards you instead of facing away, after that he said you shouldn't cook on your own anymore.
you dropped a diet coke can on the floor on the living room, it wasn't open but you did open it straight after you picked it up, not thinking about the consequences. it erupted and it went all over your blouse, making it very see-through, it was the first time hanta actually saw more of your skin than normal, as you were peeling off the layer he quickly excused himself and went into the bathroom to have a shower- a cold shower.
he didn't expect you to also be oblivious about the clothes you wear. hanta is practically a stranger to you, yet you prance around in short sleep shorts that leave little to the imagination, your soft skin on display and it's like you don't even think about how exposed you are. hanta wonders if anyone ever taught you things to keep yourself safe from people who have bad intentions or if instead you were taught those things but you paid no attention, instead thinking about if you're going to use baby pink or hot pink for your nail polish that night.
he doesn't host any guys nights anymore and he won't allow denki to visit, he hates the the idea of denki, or anyone for that matter, seeing you wearing that little clothing, he doesn't want anyone to see you like that.
hanta's laying on the sofa, propping his head up with his hand when you come in, "hey han' which dress looks better?" he wants to ask you where you're going, it's eight already and you always say how you prefer spending nights inside, with him, but he gets distracted when he looks at the two dresses, he hasn't seen either of them before but he knows you'd look good in both of them. a black bodycon dress that he knows will cling to all your curves in the most delicious way in your left hand and in the right is a strapless floral mini dress that'll reveal your plush thighs.
he wets his lips, "what's the occasion?"
"girl's night."
you wear the black bodycon dress and leave hanta alone to think while you go out to the club and drink with his sister and some friends. you've been living together for three months now and it's the first time you've gone out at night but he heard from kana that you always used to go out, he wonders if you stopped because you lost your job and don't have the money but he doesn't think that's the case because he knows if he saw you across the room and introduced himself he'd be buying you drinks all night and he knows he's not the only one, you'd probably get free drinks the whole time so he wonders why you haven't gone out. you did tell him before that you like spending nights with him so he wonders if that's the reason you haven't been out for three months.
tonight you could even end up going back to someone's place for the night- he doesn't like that thought when it drifts into his head. he knows that you wouldn't bring someone back because you would feel that it's unfair to hanta, as you're not even paying to live here, but hanta thinks that out of the two options he would prefer the second one, to make sure you're safe... to try and hear the noises you make through the wall...
you end up getting home earlier than expected, you don't stay the night at some random person's house and you don't stay out drinking until the early hours of the morning and when hanta heard you put your key through the door, turning it to get inside, it felt completely natural for him to think about you 'getting home' earlier than he thought you would. it felt completely natural for you to call out "i'm home," as you shrug off your coat and see if hanta has already gone to bed or if he's in the living room.
you sit close to him and smile dopily, "what'cha watching?"
hanta grins at you, not answering, instead focusing on something different, "just how much did you drink?"
you jut your bottom lip out and shuffle closer to him, "not much!"
he raises an eyebrow, "i have difficulty believing that."
you fold you arms, "well that's on you."
hanta laughs loudly and it makes you flustered. you don't think you should've sat this close to him. "i didn't have you out for a light- weight."
your eyes widen at the accusation and you forget how flustered you are, "i am not! kana kept giving me drinks, well... kind of. kana stopped and told me i should have water because she said something about how i'm too touchy with alcohol and she doesn't trust me to go back-" you ramble but hanta is deadly still, because what does that mean about how his sister doesn't trust you to go back? does kana know something he doesn't?- "because i don't know self control! she actually said that, 'i don't know self control,' of course i know what self control means, it means like being able to control your confidence and stuff but that has nothing to do with this," your rambling is slurred and it makes hanta smirk because you're making zero sense and you sound cute clueless and drunk.
"i don't think that's completely accurate-"
you cut him off, "of course it is! i know stuff!"
hanta chuckles and looks at you fondly, "so if kana did stop you from drinking just how drunk are you?"
you lean your head back on the back of the sofa but turn your head in his direction so you can still see each other, "none of your business," you stick out your tongue playfully and start giggling.
you're too busy giggling to notice that hanta's face has dropped. he was glad to be next to you, hearing you giggle without a care in the world, then all of a sudden he started thinking about how you've already been here three months, he doesn't know how much longer it'll be but he wants to spend as much time as possible and soak up as much of your company as he can before you move out. he doesn't even know if you'll want to keep in contact with him after you leave and that thought is harrowing.
he's too clouded with his own doubts about how you fit into each others lives he doesn't realise that you'd do anything to keep near him. you don't want to be a burden, you don't want him to resent you, you know you can't stay here forever, but you'll do anything to be close by. the idea of hanta not being in your life is unfathomable to you. however you've been drinking and you're more honest when you're drunk, you're more touchy when you're drunk, you move your head so you're resting on his shoulder, "there's nowhere else i'd rather be right now hanta."
hanta's heart skips a beat and he hopes that you don't notice his flushed face, "i feel exactly the same hermosa," his voice is low and breathy and you can feel his breath tickle you. it comes natural to him to speak to you in spanish in times like this, when you're barely awake and will think it's all a dream as he's calling you beautiful.
hanta hears your breathing even out and realises you've fallen asleep, he smiles softly and resists the urge to kiss your forehead. he gently moves you off his shoulder, propping you back up on the sofa and kneels down on the floor, unzipping your shoes and thinks about if he should try and take your dress off without looking. instead of deciding he lifts his hand under your knee and the other on your back and slowly picks you up, making sure not to wake you up or drop you accidentally, while manoeuvring around the coffee table.
he begins to take you to your room but stops in his tracks when you nuzzle into his chest and mumble, "love you han' " he freezes, he knows he heard right but at the same time he can't be sure.
yes, you laugh at his jokes and place your hand on his arm, you go to places with him and don't leave his side, you go food shopping together and the cashiers makes comments on 'such a lovely couple you are' and you don't correct them, you go to the cinema together alone on his days off and you waited in line for hours before the video game store opened on the day of the release for the new game hanta really wanted intending to give it to him for his birthday, someone asked for your number at the christmas party after flirting with you all night, you didn't even realise, but when they asked for your number you linked arms with hanta and said "sorry," cheerfully turning your attention to hanta.
but that doesn't mean anything... in the past three months you've met countless heroes after moving in with him, why would you choose him? that 'love you' must be platonic. his reasoning crumbles though... "wanna be with you forever," you mumble again, muffled by your mouth pressed against his shirt. "marry-" he nearly drops you, he doesn't know your full sentence, but his heart is beating out his chest.
hanta takes a deep breath and continues to carry you into your room, he doesn't take off your dress but lays you down on the bed and lays the covers over your body, cupping your round cheek with his palm, watching you momentarily, soon after leaving.
he doesn't sleep at all that night. whenever he closes his eyes he thinks about you, he thinks about what you said when he heard 'marry', he groans and rubs his hand over his face.
hanta prefers one night stands and friends with benefits with other heroes. he wasn't expecting to fall for anyone, let alone someone as ditzy and adorable like you but god has he fallen hard.