Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another story in the series. In this particular story, Hanta receives a letter from a secret admirer. However, it doesn't turn out as he hoped as the admirer is not much of a secret and no, Sero definitely doesn't admire it.

It was a lovely spring afternoon as the black-haired teen, Hanta, waited outside of the commons. Instead of heading to the arcade with the guys, instead, he was on a mission.

An acceptance letter from a female-type-of-mission.

A honeydew-fragrant letter awaited him upon arrival at school. The heavily scented envelope was enough to open the windows and to open the heart of Hanta Sero.

A guy like him thought he was unlucky. He wasn't exactly Mr. Popular and rarely it was a blessing if girls would give him a passing glance. However, luck be a lady this afternoon as he anticipated this meeting with his secret admirer.

The problem was - what did his admirer look like?

She didn't leave any hints in regards to appearance or name. The letter was written in English and in cursive. He never pondered on which girl spoke English, let alone wrote it. Presumably, he believed it to be Momo Yaoyorozu. She was rich, pretty, and popular, but never afraid to help her friends in need. She was the class vice president and dedicated to the cause of becoming a Pro Hero. However, his dreams for the ponytailed beauty was crushed as he recalled her walking with Shouto as they both left school - holding hands!

He scratched those unrealistic thoughts. Then, could it have been the pinkette Mina Ashido. He kind of saw her a bit of a bitch. A bit cocky, but at the same, smooth with her delivery. She was a great dancer, a terrific cook, and cool to hang around whenever her attitude didn't interfere.

He scratched those thoughts. He remembered Eijiro wanting to ask Mina out for parfaits. Being a true friend/brother - never disrespect the code of the bro.

Yet again, could it have been Tsuyu Asui? A bit odd as she was a frog girl. Not that he disliked the idea of having a relationship with a human-frog hybrid. The school was full of people with oddities and quirks, thus his admittance into the school. She was a vixen, a bit of a flirt, but helpful to all. She was one of the few who preferred to be called by her nickname, Tsu, and even allowed others to call her by her Christian name. The more he thought about it, the better the pair could have been.

He didn't recall Tsuyu having any plans with the girls or going on any date with any particular guys. Though there was a certain bird boy who may have discussed feelings for her. He prayed to God for the forbiddance of that.

He even prayed to Odin for bad juju vibes.

He looked at the clock. It was a few minutes after three. The commons were empty as it was the weekend. So, he could be aware of anyone entering in-and-out of campus due to the echoes of footsteps.

Suddenly, a perilous thought hit his brain.

What if this letter was nothing more than a penalty game?

He wasn't a bad guy. A not-so-average dude who made a few mistakes in life. But what sixteen year old hasn't. He knows right from wrong. He is respectful towards his family and friends. He is respectful towards faculty and peers. Of course, Kayama-sensei had spent many nights in his spank bank.

Even to the point where they were overdrafts.

Nevertheless, he just wanted to be loved. He didn't have to involve sex. Holding hands, a cup of tea and scones, walking along the beach, and reading books together.

He hoped that this wasn't a prank. Knowing Katsuki and the others, this would be up their alley.

Waiting on pins and needles and whispered prayers, he hoped that his damsel would come to ease his worries.

"Sero-senpai?"

A voice, if not a whisper in the wind penetrated his hands. His hands were pelting in sweat. His heart was beating non-stop. The dryness in his throat and the chapness of his lips indicated the nervousness of the inevitable.

He beat his chest, informing himself that he wasn't going to be afraid as it was the damsel who initiated the meeting. With his cheeky grin and whatever remnants of confidence he had, he was ready to meet his secret admirer.

He turned to the origin of the voice. He became stunned. It was a petite girl sporting the traditional UA High attire. Her long emerald hairs dropped to her shoulders. The smell of cotton candy impacted his nose. Her emerald eyes shined onto the natural lighting of the sun. What stood out was her lip gloss, which could be the source of the cotton candy smell.

Her freckles became rosier as she produced a tender smile. Holding her hands as they were intertwining, she had her stance prepared to make herself known.

"Good afternoon, senpai," she said gingerly. "I...I...I...am happy that you've come to this meeting. I hope that I didn't bother you or anything." She bowed humbly. "Thank you for reading my letter, Sero-senpai."

Upon seeing his face, it was calm. He was motionless. Unsure it was out of nervousness or allowing the admirer her time to talk, it made the admirer a bit nervous.

"I...I...I am quite nervous about what I want to say, senpai," she said nervously. "Just being around you is making me a bit giddy." She giggled sheepishly. "I hope that you weren't nauseous of the smell on my envelope. I wanted it to be as sweet as it can be." She exposed her teeth as she smiled. "As you are a sweet senpai, Senpai!"

She made a few steps closer to Sero. "I've watched you. From entering school and exiting school. When you eat with the guys. How you stick up for others when they are bullied or criticized." Her eyes were gleaming with delight. "You've looked so cool! It was like I was watching a shounen." She blushed. "Not like I know what it was."

She made a few steps closer to Sero, narrowing the gap between the pair. "If senpai can be a hero to one, then he can be a hero to all." She giggled. "Actually, I would hope that after reading this letter, that senpai and I…" She paused, holding onto her soft cheeks. "Golly, I don't know what to say. I mean...I mean...I mean." She took deep breaths. "Ok, old girl, out with it. Just say how you feel, darn it!" She extended her hand as she grabbed Sero's. "Hanta Sero, I am a huge crush on you and I would love if you do me the honors in going out with me. Would you become my girlfriend, Senpai?"

POW!

His admirer was met with a punch to the head. She hit the ground face first. Spirals were appearing in front of her eyes.

Sero cursed under his breath. "Holy Dio! What in the hell, Izuku?!"

The admirer immediately jumped back to posture. She (actually he) covered his mouth. "Oh, God! I've been exposed! How did you know?"

This was worse than the penalty game, Sero thought as disappointed was coveting his body. At least it was a penalty game, he could at least get a good laugh and possibly kick Bakugo or Kirishima's ass.

The black-haired teen stomped his feet. "First of all, Midoriya, do you think I was born yesterday. My moment of silence was because I wanted to see how far you think I was going to believe you." He snapped his fingers. "Your freckles, your eyes, and a poor stunt of a wig gave you away, you baka." He cursed under his breath. "God, damn it! I should have known it was you all along!"

Izuku Midoriya was the vain of his existence. Since their admittance to UA High, he has been a thorn under Sero's paw. On the first day of class, Midoriya confessed his feelings to Sero, which was met with an astounding no.

Like a cat, Sero was that lingering yarn.

He had confessed to Sero in a variety of ways in a variety of places. From confessing from under his desk to confessing in the bathroom. He had written several letters to Sero by stuffing it in his lockers and in his mailbox at their dorm. Cakes and pies were left on his doorstep which was either consumed by his classmates or for the ants and roaches to make a feast.

Because of Izuku's tenacity, rumors quickly spread about the two. He believes that he was the reason why he couldn't get a girlfriend. He doesn't have any ill feelings about Izuku being gay but he wasn't into guys.

Admittedly, he did find Izuku cute in his crossdressing form. However, he couldn't indulge further. Because he knew behind the mask exposed the true essence of their manhood.

Izuku bowed apologetically. "Sorry, Hanta!" He bowed again. "I've thought if I were appealing to what you liked, then you can easily take me as your girlfriend." He took Hanta's hands, rubbing it affectionately. "I am in love with you, Hanta Sero! I want you to be mine. If that means being a girl, then I can be your girl." He took his free hand and lifted his skirt. "Seeing, I am wearing lacy blue panties." He winked. "This comes from the same catalog that you keep under your bed."

Sero swiped his hand away from Izuku. "How in the hell do you know about that?"

"Because I love you, silly! There are no walls between us when it comes to our love."

"Faunus, please," interjected Sero. "No matter how feminine you can look," he said as he pointed at Izuku's penis, "there is no way you can hide that."

"Well, you can pretend that I am a futanari," retorted Izuku. "I did recall you having an extensive catalog of that. From Space Pirate Sara to Bible Black." He winked. "I also know you're a fan of Astolfo."

"Pause," interjected Sero. "One, Astolfo is waifu for everybody. Two, unlike you, they have vaginas. Something you lack, Midoriya!"

"It isn't the organ itself, but what's in the heart, Se-ro Han-ta!"

A chill went down his spine. The way he said his name made him have the urge to vomit. "Midoriya, I don't think so." He looked at his watch. "Well, I don't know what you're gonna be doing, but screw you, guy." He turned to the direction of the school's exit. "I am going home!"

"But, Senpai!"

"Hell no," blurted Sero. "Don't throw that word at my face anymore. You can keep that!"

"Senpai!"

"Where did screwing you, I am going home didn't you understand," questioned Sero frustratingly. "I knew you were weird but didn't think you were stupid!"

Izuku dropped his head. Defeat was definitely in his wake!

Sero grunted as he walked away from the scene. "God, damn it! I could have been already at home scratching and carving the Legend of Korra DVD into the pits of hell." He scoffed under his breath. "Those creators would honor Mako and then NTR his legacy. Put some respect on Mako's name." He kicked the sidewalk. "Wasting my damn time. Damn, if only you were a girl."

"You're not leaving Sero-senpai!"

Sero didn't have a chance to respond.

As he turned around, he was met with a blunt instrument to the face.

POW!

Sero hit the ground head first. A huge knot grew from his head as the heads of Fumikage were flying around it.

Izuku panted as he dropped the lead pipe. "Sorry, Senpai! Forgive me, my love! I didn't want to do this. I wanted to take you willingly. However, I can't have you willingly, then I will have to make you love me."

"You're mine, my precious senpai, Hanta! And I wish you skanks would stop me!"

BD: So, that was what happened to my 'Legend of Korra' DVD?

GOTA: Look, I am all for love of all kinds (totes bisexual) but seeing those twats go with Mako before leaving him for each other irked me. Besides, why honor the late great Mako only for his character to get NTR'd in the end?

BD: Write a strongly-worded letter to the creator and not take it on my damn DVD. And that was the deluxe edition, woman! You do remember that these are cartoons, right!

GOTA: Whatever, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy!

BD: Stay tuned for the next part of this installment.

To be continued….