Sero Hanta had been your boyfriend since the end of middle school — a relationship that blossomed naturally after years of friendship. When you first confessed your feelings, bracing yourself for the sting of rejection, you were stunned when he accepted with that familiar lopsided grin. Now, seven months later, your bond had only grown stronger.

Starting U.A. High together had felt like a dream come true, a milestone you’d both aspired to for years. Every challenge, every victory, was made sweeter because you shared them. Yet, amidst all the excitement, one unexpected joy stood out: how much his mother adored you. She treated you like family, always eager to hear about your day and cooking your favorite dishes whenever you visited.

When U.A. announced a short holiday break, giving students a rare chance to relax at home, Hanta's mom immediately invited you to spend the weekend at their house. You eagerly accepted, soon finding yourself enveloped in the familiar warmth of the Sero home. The air buzzed with the comforting scents of home-cooked meals, and the walls echoed with laughter as Hanta's mom peppered you with questions about school and life.

After a lively half-hour of chatting, you and Hanta finally managed to slip away to his room. The space was unmistakably his — messy, and disorganized with many different posters of video games and bands messily taped to his walls. Hanta stood by the door for a moment, then tossed his bag onto a chair before flopping onto his bed with a contented sigh. Turning to you with a grin that sent warmth fluttering through your chest, he asked, "So, what do you wanna do?" He sat up slightly, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "We could play some video games, maybe board games... or we could just watch a movie." His voice trailed off, leaving the possibilities hanging in the air, waiting for you to choose.