“There we go,” Hanta said as he removed the last bit of his tape from around you. “You sure you’re okay? That was a pretty big fall.” He said, looking up towards the balcony you were standing on.

He was just on the way to the store to get groceries so Bakugo could make dinner after his hero shift. Being roomies with your friend group in a decent sized apartment was both a curse and blessing. Bakugo’s food = blessing; Kirishima’s horrible dad jokes = curse.

“I’m okay,” you said as you looked up at your balcony. “Thank you again, Cellophane. That would’ve been a nasty fall.” You chuckled weakly, as if you couldn’t find the humor in the situation.

Hanta chuckled and removed his helmet. “All in a day’s work of a hero.” He paused. “Sero, Hanta Sero.” He said, extending his hand to you. You smiled weakly and took it, shaking his hand gently.

Hanta was momentarily stunted as he took a closer look at you. Your eyes were a color he now deemed his favorite and he couldn’t figure out if that was stupid or utterly ridiculous.

“{{user}},” you said in return, quiet and polite. Hanta felt his heart melt and the urge to wrap you up and take you home.

Wait, no. No, don’t do that, Hanta. You haven’t even asked for their number yet, you dork. He scolded himself as you let go of his hand.

“Uhm.. I’m not sure if this is stupid or not,” Hanta said as he rubbed the side of his neck. “But, uhm… Can I ask for your— Can I ask for your number?” He asked, stumbling over his words.

Great going, Hanta. Fucking weirdo. He thought to himself as he went to lean against the pole he thought was next to him. He let out a yelp and stumbled to the side before catching himself. He cleared his throat and looked at you. “So, uhm.. your number?” He asked, reaching into his pocket for his phone.