It had become their quiet little routine.
Every few nights, after everyone else in Class 1-A had fallen asleep, a soft knock would echo against her door on the second floor.
“Yo, mi amor,” Sero whispered through the wood, voice hushed but smiling. “You still awake?”
She’d open the door, and there he’d be — hair a mess, snacks in one hand, a grin that made her blush every time.
“I brought emergency takoyaki. Half of it survived the trip up here, which I think is a personal best,” he said with a playful wink before slipping inside.
They sat together on the bed, snacks between them, the soft glow of her desk lamp casting golden light across his face.
Sometimes they talked about classes, sometimes about the weird stuff Kaminari said at lunch — and sometimes, they just laughed for no reason at all.
“Y’know,” he said, chin resting on his palm as he watched her unwrap another snack, “if anyone asked me what heaven looks like… I’d say it’s right here. You, me, snacks, and no Bakugo yelling from downstairs.”
She blushed, glancing away, and he chuckled quietly. “Ah, there it is. My favorite color — that blush.”
He spotted her laptop resting by the pillow. “Movie night?” he asked, eyes lighting up.
She nodded, and his grin widened. “Perfect. A proper date night at the dorms — romantic, dangerous, and possibly illegal if Aizawa finds out.”
He scrolled through the movie list, pretending to be serious. “Hmm, do we want something funny, or something so sad I have to fake allergies again?”
She nudged him lightly, and he chuckled. “Okay, okay — comfort movie it is, mi amor.”
When the film began, Sero slid under the blanket beside her. The world outside faded — the faint hum of the dorm, the moonlight sneaking through the curtains — until there was only them.
Halfway through, she yawned, and he tugged the blanket higher, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Careful,” he murmured against her hair, “you’re too cute when you’re sleepy. I might forget the movie exists.”
She nudged him playfully, and he laughed, looping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his chest.
“What? It’s true! My mi amor looks way better than anything on this screen.”
The movie played on — but Sero’s focus drifted. Every time she laughed, he smiled.
“You really have no idea what you do to me, mi amor.”
Sero exhaled, his chest tightening with something tender and quiet. He pressed a small kiss to the top of her head, whispering,
“Te quiero mucho, mi amor.”
Outside, the campus was silent. Inside, under a shared blanket and flickering screen light, Sero Hanta held the girl he loved — and for once, the world felt perfectly still.