p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Warnings: Self-deprecation, gets a wee bit spicy, praise(?), lots of Spanish put through google translate./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You had been fidgeting with your shirt for about thirty minutes, trying to get it to fit better. Mina had given you one of her shirts and that usually means no good./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Well, for you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"The girl would pick out outfits that matched your style, hair, and skin tone to the T. But the one thing she didn't take into consideration is confidence. Telling Mina the style of clothes you liked was probably the biggest mistake of your life since you were the only person she hadn't been shopping with. You usually settled with an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans, maybe shorts on a good day, but nothing special or cute like your classmates. And especially not like Sero./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You have been hopelessly in love with the boy for more than a while but you positive no one knew since you tried to hide it. Most people considering you both just very close friends and nothing more, but you knew better. Your feelings laid under the surface of a laid-back and chill girl with a confident and tomboy demeanor, in reality, you were quite the opposite. You had a more feminine aesthetic and personality, loving the bright pastel colors that the models in advertising wore but due to your own and other's comments about the extra fat that was attached to your body, you had extremely low confidence. The difference between you and the models was obvious, they had confident poses, strong personalities, adoring fans, and all you had were stretch marks that someone mentioned looked like lightning. You were very set on only wearing baggy clothes for the rest of your life, so no one found out about your more than unattractive body, but the entire class was going shopping, and it was 74 degrees outside./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Although he didn't say it directly, Aizawa was worried about you. Always choosing to stay inside whenever an outside event was planned, wanting to rather stay cooped up in your room than with your very caring friends, and pushing aside when someone would ask if you were ok. He was scared you were going through a depressive phase, which he was right about, and knew keeping you in the dorms would only make it worse. So he indirectly forced you out of your room in the disguise of a trip to the mall./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"The shirt only seemed to look worse the more you readjusted it, the tight pastel blue top with one sleeve and U neck would probably look good on any other girl in your class except you, but mina seemed to think otherwise. She even found an old pair of high waist shorts you grew out of to match! Well, you didn't grow out of it, it grew out of you. Your tummy bulged slightly from the tightness of the outfit, which was oddly comfortable. You had planned to grab a belt to constrict it, but it only made it worse./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Panic ran through your body as you paced around your room. What would everyone think? A soon to be pro hero that has unnecessary weight put on her body? They'd definitely mock you, who wouldn't!? 'Y/N L/N, the fat hero.' You pulled on your hair as your heart rate increased, sitting on your bed in an attempt to calm down. Tears brimmed at your eyelids as more terrible thoughts came and went. You'd be the laughing stock of U.A. A heroine in training that can't even get fit, how disappointing. Aizawa would scold you for not trying enough, Mineta would make terrible comments about your body, and Sero. Oh god. What if he saw you like this? Trying to hide your hideous body with pretty clothes? Pathetic. He's so much better than you. He deserves a girl that can actually take care of herself, like Momo or Jirou or Ochako. He'd never love you like this, who would? How could you get out of this? Say you were sick? No, you used that excuse last time. Maybe you could say you have to study, or train!? Fuck, you were curled in a ball now with your knees to your chest. Why couldn't you be pretty, be normal, be decent? You hated this, everything. It wasn't even that you were chubby anymore, it was that you couldn't be confident. Plus-size models would take the insults thrown at them in one ear and out the other, but you were so sensitive, so weak, so pathetic. Tears streamed down your face, the light make up you applied being ruined by the mascara streaks. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, scaring you in the process./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Mejor amiga, we're leaving soon. Vomanos, wouldn't want to leave you behind."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Oh no, Sero was here. You'd rather have Bakugou banging at your door than him./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Uh, yeah. I don't think I'm going. I might've come down with a cold"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Pollito, it's nearly 80 degrees outside..."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You smacked yourself on the forehead at your thoughtless excuse and he must've heard due to his chuckle from the other side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Why don't you want to come out, Amiga? Bakugou and Kaminari said they wanted to have a hot dog eating contest in the food court when we got there. Although, I think Kaminari will win as much as he sucks Shinsos dick."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You smiled at his joke, they always managed to cheer you up. The mention of your friends almost tempted you to leave and forget about your insecurities. Feeling like they wouldn't care and would defend you if anyone even looked at you wrong./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Almost./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You knew Bakugou tended to make fun of everyone for something he found weird. Sero and his "plain face", Mina's eyes, Kirishima's hair, the list went on. And if the nickname "lost dog" wasn't bad enough, from the way you follow Sero around, he'd surely think of something much worse after seeing you. Even if no one would say anything, you knew they'd be thinking it. Feeling second-hand embarrassment from just walking around with you or feeling guilty that you couldn't lose weight./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Thanks, Sero, but I'll pass. I'm feeling a bit tired today I guess..." He didn't respond and you had assumed he walked away, feeling relief wash over your body as you got up to strip into something more in your comfort zone. Suddenly, the door opened, and there stood Sero, dressed in a yellow shoulder-length hoodie and cargo shorts. Your eyes widened with his and you immediately went to cover your stomach, not wanting him to see the plushy flesh on you. 'How did he get in?' you wondered, then you remember the lock picking lesson midnight taught the other day. He rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands looking into your eyes which gave you a better view of his. From far away, they seemed completely black but, up close they had a small ring of hickory outlining the iris./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Quien te hizo esto, pollito?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""En ingles, Principe." You didn't know much Spanish besides the basics and what you caught onto Sero saying, but you knew that whenever you talked to him speaking his native language he'd melt. You'd love it if it didn't hurt so much that he wasn't yours./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Who hurt you?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Nobody, I just..." You sighed, knowing this may be the last time Sero will consider you a friend. There was a chance he'd shun you for your body, laugh, tease, poke and mock. It hurt, but you knew him well enough to know he wouldn't give up until he found out. Your arms slowly removed themselves from your torso, as you tried to treasure every moment you had with Sero knowing it could all disappear with the snap of your fingers. Your hands reached your sides and you refused to reach his eyesight, afraid of what he might say. But it was probably worse when he just stayed silent. His eyes traced over you, taking in every crevis and curve, the way your thighs popped out of the shorts from being a little bigger than them, how your tummy spilled out of the higher placed rim, and the way your chubby cheeks were covered in ruined mascara and a deep crimson. He sat on your bed and motioned you to join him, you were about to sit beside him when he patted his lap instead./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hanta I-, I can't..." You were standing in front of him now, still avoiding his gaze./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Why not, querida?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I'm too...I'm too..." You struggled as you fidgeted with your hands feeling more tears come down your face. Why was it so hard to admit that you were fat? You had always told yourself that and Sero even knew. So why was it so difficult. You were suddenly grabbed by your thighs and pulled onto him, putting your hands on his shoulders to not fall backward at the new position./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""H-Hanta, I-"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I may look skinny Senorita, but I'm stronger than I look." He placed his hands on your hips and poked your stomach with his thumbs. "And you are too." You finally made eye contact with him, seeing he had a very love-struck look on his face and meant every word he said. You began moving on your own and wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer before your lips touched. The kiss was full of want and need, like you both had been longing for this. His hands ran up and down your thighs as he gripped them as if you planned on running away./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He moved down to your neck, biting and licking at the skin while getting a nice hold on your butt./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Joder, te quiero gordita."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Again, you didn't know Spanish, but you had practiced a line that you had wanted to say for a while now./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Por favor, Hanta. Déjame tenerte para mí." He gasped and looked at you with stunned eyes before smirking and tickling you slightly./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; line-height: 160%;"span style="font-variant: normal;""Why didn't you tell me you knew Spanish, /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"encantadora" /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"He smiled to himself seeing you genuinely happy, something he missed. You giggled tried to squirm from his grasp./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hanta, s-stop! That tickles!" You ran out of your room to escape him, heading to the common room. You barely made it before his tape wrapped itself around your waist and dragged you back into him. He pulled too hard and ended up knocking you into him, the force caused you to land on top of him. You took advantage of your new position and pinned his hands above his head./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""See amor? You're stronger than you look."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""You still didn't answer my question, Corazón."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""And you didn't answer mine." You playfully rolled your eyes./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I don't know a lot, I just learned it for you. Now, will you answer mine?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He sat up, cradling you in his lap as he kissed your forehead, and wrapped his arms around you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Solo si puedo tenerte para mí también." You smiled, even though you weren't sure exactly what he said you had a feeling he recuperated your feelings. He started playing with the plump skin and you felt your insecurities coming back./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Are you sure you aren't bothered by the way I look?" You played with hoodie strings nervously, waiting for his answer./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Chica, I don't know If you've noticed but I'm in love with the way you look." You gasped as he held onto your hips and put his face between your chest./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He looked at you, chin still resting on your breast. "Dios, vas a ser mi muerte. Hay más de ti para amar, cariño."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""H-Hanta! What if someone sees?" It then dawned on you that the class was supposed to be waiting for you both, but looks like they had left without you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""It looks like everyone left without us. That's fine though, we up having a lot of fun by ourselves anyway." The way he phrased it made your cheeks flush and you hid behind your hands./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hantaaaaaa..." He simply laughed at your shyness and kissed your fingers before picking you up and heading back to your dorm to watch bad horror movies and cuddle./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Unbeknownst to you both, you hadn't been forgotten. Aizawa came to check what was taking so long and walked in on you both holding each other back when Sero first walked in. He smiled knowing you'd be fine, having the boy you cherished by your side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"A/N: Okay so this is kinda self-indulgent but it's okay cuz I know others feel this way. Sero is definitely a chubby chaser and I don't take criticism. Also, this is the shirt you were wearing if you didn't get what I was going for. Just imagine it as pastel blue./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You had been fidgeting with your shirt for about thirty minutes, trying to get it to fit better. Mina had given you one of her shirts and that usually means no good./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Well, for you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"The girl would pick out outfits that matched your style, hair, and skin tone to the T. But the one thing she didn't take into consideration is confidence. Telling Mina the style of clothes you liked was probably the biggest mistake of your life since you were the only person she hadn't been shopping with. You usually settled with an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans, maybe shorts on a good day, but nothing special or cute like your classmates. And especially not like Sero./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You have been hopelessly in love with the boy for more than a while but you positive no one knew since you tried to hide it. Most people considering you both just very close friends and nothing more, but you knew better. Your feelings laid under the surface of a laid-back and chill girl with a confident and tomboy demeanor, in reality, you were quite the opposite. You had a more feminine aesthetic and personality, loving the bright pastel colors that the models in advertising wore but due to your own and other's comments about the extra fat that was attached to your body, you had extremely low confidence. The difference between you and the models was obvious, they had confident poses, strong personalities, adoring fans, and all you had were stretch marks that someone mentioned looked like lightning. You were very set on only wearing baggy clothes for the rest of your life, so no one found out about your more than unattractive body, but the entire class was going shopping, and it was 74 degrees outside./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Although he didn't say it directly, Aizawa was worried about you. Always choosing to stay inside whenever an outside event was planned, wanting to rather stay cooped up in your room than with your very caring friends, and pushing aside when someone would ask if you were ok. He was scared you were going through a depressive phase, which he was right about, and knew keeping you in the dorms would only make it worse. So he indirectly forced you out of your room in the disguise of a trip to the mall./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"The shirt only seemed to look worse the more you readjusted it, the tight pastel blue top with one sleeve and U neck would probably look good on any other girl in your class except you, but mina seemed to think otherwise. She even found an old pair of high waist shorts you grew out of to match! Well, you didn't grow out of it, it grew out of you. Your tummy bulged slightly from the tightness of the outfit, which was oddly comfortable. You had planned to grab a belt to constrict it, but it only made it worse./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Panic ran through your body as you paced around your room. What would everyone think? A soon to be pro hero that has unnecessary weight put on her body? They'd definitely mock you, who wouldn't!? 'Y/N L/N, the fat hero.' You pulled on your hair as your heart rate increased, sitting on your bed in an attempt to calm down. Tears brimmed at your eyelids as more terrible thoughts came and went. You'd be the laughing stock of U.A. A heroine in training that can't even get fit, how disappointing. Aizawa would scold you for not trying enough, Mineta would make terrible comments about your body, and Sero. Oh god. What if he saw you like this? Trying to hide your hideous body with pretty clothes? Pathetic. He's so much better than you. He deserves a girl that can actually take care of herself, like Momo or Jirou or Ochako. He'd never love you like this, who would? How could you get out of this? Say you were sick? No, you used that excuse last time. Maybe you could say you have to study, or train!? Fuck, you were curled in a ball now with your knees to your chest. Why couldn't you be pretty, be normal, be decent? You hated this, everything. It wasn't even that you were chubby anymore, it was that you couldn't be confident. Plus-size models would take the insults thrown at them in one ear and out the other, but you were so sensitive, so weak, so pathetic. Tears streamed down your face, the light make up you applied being ruined by the mascara streaks. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, scaring you in the process./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Mejor amiga, we're leaving soon. Vomanos, wouldn't want to leave you behind."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Oh no, Sero was here. You'd rather have Bakugou banging at your door than him./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Uh, yeah. I don't think I'm going. I might've come down with a cold"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Pollito, it's nearly 80 degrees outside..."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You smacked yourself on the forehead at your thoughtless excuse and he must've heard due to his chuckle from the other side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Why don't you want to come out, Amiga? Bakugou and Kaminari said they wanted to have a hot dog eating contest in the food court when we got there. Although, I think Kaminari will win as much as he sucks Shinsos dick."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You smiled at his joke, they always managed to cheer you up. The mention of your friends almost tempted you to leave and forget about your insecurities. Feeling like they wouldn't care and would defend you if anyone even looked at you wrong./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Almost./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"You knew Bakugou tended to make fun of everyone for something he found weird. Sero and his "plain face", Mina's eyes, Kirishima's hair, the list went on. And if the nickname "lost dog" wasn't bad enough, from the way you follow Sero around, he'd surely think of something much worse after seeing you. Even if no one would say anything, you knew they'd be thinking it. Feeling second-hand embarrassment from just walking around with you or feeling guilty that you couldn't lose weight./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Thanks, Sero, but I'll pass. I'm feeling a bit tired today I guess..." He didn't respond and you had assumed he walked away, feeling relief wash over your body as you got up to strip into something more in your comfort zone. Suddenly, the door opened, and there stood Sero, dressed in a yellow shoulder-length hoodie and cargo shorts. Your eyes widened with his and you immediately went to cover your stomach, not wanting him to see the plushy flesh on you. 'How did he get in?' you wondered, then you remember the lock picking lesson midnight taught the other day. He rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands looking into your eyes which gave you a better view of his. From far away, they seemed completely black but, up close they had a small ring of hickory outlining the iris./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Quien te hizo esto, pollito?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""En ingles, Principe." You didn't know much Spanish besides the basics and what you caught onto Sero saying, but you knew that whenever you talked to him speaking his native language he'd melt. You'd love it if it didn't hurt so much that he wasn't yours./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Who hurt you?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Nobody, I just..." You sighed, knowing this may be the last time Sero will consider you a friend. There was a chance he'd shun you for your body, laugh, tease, poke and mock. It hurt, but you knew him well enough to know he wouldn't give up until he found out. Your arms slowly removed themselves from your torso, as you tried to treasure every moment you had with Sero knowing it could all disappear with the snap of your fingers. Your hands reached your sides and you refused to reach his eyesight, afraid of what he might say. But it was probably worse when he just stayed silent. His eyes traced over you, taking in every crevis and curve, the way your thighs popped out of the shorts from being a little bigger than them, how your tummy spilled out of the higher placed rim, and the way your chubby cheeks were covered in ruined mascara and a deep crimson. He sat on your bed and motioned you to join him, you were about to sit beside him when he patted his lap instead./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hanta I-, I can't..." You were standing in front of him now, still avoiding his gaze./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Why not, querida?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I'm too...I'm too..." You struggled as you fidgeted with your hands feeling more tears come down your face. Why was it so hard to admit that you were fat? You had always told yourself that and Sero even knew. So why was it so difficult. You were suddenly grabbed by your thighs and pulled onto him, putting your hands on his shoulders to not fall backward at the new position./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""H-Hanta, I-"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I may look skinny Senorita, but I'm stronger than I look." He placed his hands on your hips and poked your stomach with his thumbs. "And you are too." You finally made eye contact with him, seeing he had a very love-struck look on his face and meant every word he said. You began moving on your own and wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer before your lips touched. The kiss was full of want and need, like you both had been longing for this. His hands ran up and down your thighs as he gripped them as if you planned on running away./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He moved down to your neck, biting and licking at the skin while getting a nice hold on your butt./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Joder, te quiero gordita."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Again, you didn't know Spanish, but you had practiced a line that you had wanted to say for a while now./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Por favor, Hanta. Déjame tenerte para mí." He gasped and looked at you with stunned eyes before smirking and tickling you slightly./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; line-height: 160%;"span style="font-variant: normal;""Why didn't you tell me you knew Spanish, /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"encantadora" /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"He smiled to himself seeing you genuinely happy, something he missed. You giggled tried to squirm from his grasp./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hanta, s-stop! That tickles!" You ran out of your room to escape him, heading to the common room. You barely made it before his tape wrapped itself around your waist and dragged you back into him. He pulled too hard and ended up knocking you into him, the force caused you to land on top of him. You took advantage of your new position and pinned his hands above his head./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""See amor? You're stronger than you look."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""You still didn't answer my question, Corazón."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""And you didn't answer mine." You playfully rolled your eyes./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""I don't know a lot, I just learned it for you. Now, will you answer mine?"/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He sat up, cradling you in his lap as he kissed your forehead, and wrapped his arms around you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Solo si puedo tenerte para mí también." You smiled, even though you weren't sure exactly what he said you had a feeling he recuperated your feelings. He started playing with the plump skin and you felt your insecurities coming back./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Are you sure you aren't bothered by the way I look?" You played with hoodie strings nervously, waiting for his answer./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Chica, I don't know If you've noticed but I'm in love with the way you look." You gasped as he held onto your hips and put his face between your chest./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"He looked at you, chin still resting on your breast. "Dios, vas a ser mi muerte. Hay más de ti para amar, cariño."/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""H-Hanta! What if someone sees?" It then dawned on you that the class was supposed to be waiting for you both, but looks like they had left without you./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""It looks like everyone left without us. That's fine though, we up having a lot of fun by ourselves anyway." The way he phrased it made your cheeks flush and you hid behind your hands./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;""Hantaaaaaa..." He simply laughed at your shyness and kissed your fingers before picking you up and heading back to your dorm to watch bad horror movies and cuddle./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Unbeknownst to you both, you hadn't been forgotten. Aizawa came to check what was taking so long and walked in on you both holding each other back when Sero first walked in. He smiled knowing you'd be fine, having the boy you cherished by your side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: .25in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: 160%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"A/N: Okay so this is kinda self-indulgent but it's okay cuz I know others feel this way. Sero is definitely a chubby chaser and I don't take criticism. Also, this is the shirt you were wearing if you didn't get what I was going for. Just imagine it as pastel blue./span/p