Category: Friendship Fluff

Characters: Hanta Sero

Sero's eyes were lidded as he sucked absently on a popsicle stick that he had long since cleaned the mango sherbet from. As he drew it from between his lips with a small "pop," he glanced up at the ceiling fan slowly rotating above his head. His black eyes traced the blades around and around with dull interest, which quickly dissipated into boredom. With a loud groan, he slumped down onto the couch until his shoulders rested against the couch cushion and his legs scrunched up. This blows. I could be out having a good time right now, but… he complained as he began chomping on the popsicle stick like a hamster. He'd imprinted his teeth into the malleable wood by the time Mina came strolling in from the kitchen.

"Aw, Hanta, you look bored out of your mind," she tutted as she draped herself over the back of the sofa to smile pityingly down at him.

"So glad of you to notice," Hanta droned. He continued to bite down on the popsicle stick, finding some grotesque level of satisfaction from chewing on it. Mina hummed empathetically and bounced around to perch on the arm of the sofa. "I'm so bored!" he exclaimed and chucked the popsicle stick onto the coffee table, no longer entertained by the novelty. Hanta threw his arms up behind his head and pouted at the empty television screen displaying his warped reflection. He rolled onto his side to bat his eyelashes at the pink girl. "O, Goddess of Fun, please bless me with an activity to perform before my brain jellifies and oozes out of my ears," he pleaded. I need a distraction! Mina giggled and kicked her legs a little in delight.

"'Goddess of Fun'? You flatter me, Hanta." She patted her pursed lips with the pad of her index finger as she contemplated. She then gasped and clapped her hands together. "I know! Why don't we build a pillow fort?" At her suggestion, Hanta sat up with raised eyebrows.

"A pillow fort?" he repeated. As he pondered the notion, a grin slowly spread across his face. "Yeaaaahhh… Yeah! That sounds like fun!" As he confirmed, Mina's fingers flew across her phone screen, sending a message to their class group chat. Mina's tone of voice would be bubbly, but participation would be all but required. The ceiling thumped with footsteps as the students slowly meandered out of their rooms with pillows and blankets in tow. Mina and Hanta hopped up to wrench the cushions from the sofas. As they pushed the coffee table out of the way to create an ample open space for their creation to come, Ochako came bouncing down the stairs; her arms were laden with blankets and pillows, and her eyes sparkled with unbridled delight.

"I've never made a pillow fort before!" she gasped. When the brunette scampered over to dump her contribution onto the rug, Mina tutted and embraced Ochako, pressing her face into her chest and patting her head.

"Our poor 'Chako, so deprived of life's great joys," she crooned. Ochako blinked, her response muffled by the fabric of Mina's tee-shirt smothering her mouth. Hanta grinned at them as he built the fort wall with the cushions and furniture frames. Ochako blinked again when Mina thrust her away and dove down to retrieve the pillows. "This is gonna be so much fun! 'Chako, will you make some popcorn? We can stay up late watching late-night anime re-runs!" The brunette saluted the pink-haired girl before trotting off to the kitchen. The smell of butter and the sound of popping kernels soon filled the air of the living room.

Hanta grinned at Mina as she began laying the pillows out on the floor to construct a large, bouncy layer for them to lay on.

"It's been a long time since I've done something like this. It makes me feel like a kid again!" he laughed as he dragged a floor lamp into the center of the room to drape the blankets over it and make a circus tent-like structure. Mina nodded amiably from her perch on the floor.

"It's good to be in touch with your childhood!" Before they could say anything else, there was a yelp followed by the distinct series of thump indicative of someone falling down the stairs.

"Ah!" came Eijirou's voice. "Midoriya, are you all right, dude?" Hanta peered over the back of the couch. Izuku sprawled on his back at the base of the steps, cushioned by a mass of blankets and pillows. The only way that Hanta knew it was even him was Eijirou's comment and the shock of pine-green hair peeking out from underneath a four-foot plushie of All Might.

"Yeah," the boy whined, shifting the gigantic stuffie to smile shakily as the redhead descended the steps with his pillows tucked under one arm and his blankets draped over the other shoulder. "I tripped over one of the sheets…"

"Why the fuck do you have that ridiculous thing?" Katsuki scoffed, leaning over the banister of the steps to sneer at the green-haired boy. Izuku defensively hugged the hero plush as he sat up and pouted at the blond who was now rounding the landing.

"It's a pillow fort, Kacchan! I can bring my All Might if I want to!"

"Oh, it's so cute!" Ochako laughed delightedly as she strolled in with two buckets filled with popcorn. She set them down on the displaced coffee table so she could crouch down and admire the adorable rendition of the former number-one hero. "So big, too! How much did you pay for it?" Izuku's cheeks turned red, and he began to mumble under his breath. At some point, he must've uttered the price because the color slowly drained from Ochako's face, and she began to wobble from side to side in a fit of wooziness. Hanta frowned with a raised eyebrow. Those things can run for hundreds of dollars… No wonder it's given Ochako a conniption fit. Izuku squeaked as Ochako stood and slowly staggered away, looking like her soul had abandoned her body from the shock.

Izuku continued to clutch the large plush as he toted his mess of blankets and pillows over to Hanta. Once Mina arranged the pillows, Izuku plopped down in the corner, reclining against the plush and looking like an overjoyed toddler in a candy store. Katsuki had denounced Izuku's plushie, but Hanta caught the blond staring intently at it like he was impossibly jealous.

"Ah! It already looks so fun, everyone!" Momo called from the landing as she glided down the steps, her nightgown swishing around her feet and her massive down comforter stretching behind her like a bridal train. Hanta grimaced at the gargantuan blanket, sure that if he tried to drape it over the furniture, it would collapse. Momo trilled delightedly as she strode over, whirling the heavy blanket around with a girlish giggle. "Here, Hanta, will this do?" she asked as she piled the giant piece of fabric into his arms. He slouched down as his unprepared shoulders suddenly bore the weight, and his knees wobbled as he struggled to remain upright.

"Hehe, yeah, Yaomomo… Thanks…" Momo clapped her hands together, clearly pleased, so Hanta absolved to find someplace for the gigantic comforter. The girl scampered off to assist Ochako in the kitchen, spouting something about finding a tea that goes good with popcorn. Hanta decided to stretch the comforter out on the layer of pillows; the down blanket was stupidly soft, and felt like a cloud under his bare feet. As he knelt amongst the pillows and blankets, he nodded approvingly; their pillow fort was coming together nicely. He smiled up at Mina as she bounced across the fluffy pillows to him. "This was a really fun idea!"

"What can I say? I am the Goddess of Fun," she snickered matter-of-factly. She stood beside Hanta, draping the sheets over the furniture to begin forming their tent. "Though, I'm surprised that you're stuck here tonight. I would've imagined that you'd've gone out with your family for your birthday." Hanta's cheeks suddenly burned painfully hot. He wildly glanced around to make sure no one heard, then tugged Mina down by her arm. She yelped as she was forced down into a squat, but he clapped a hand over her lips to keep her noises from arousing suspicion. "What's the big deal?" she hissed when he removed his hand.

"I didn't want anyone to know!" he complained in a harsh whisper. Mina blinked confusedly at him, and Hanta grimaced uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. "Me and my folks had plans, but they fell through. It happens; I'm not upset about it." The melancholy look that overcame his face told another story, so he forced a nonchalant smile on his face to prevent Mina from noticing. "I didn't want it to be a big thing, okay? You and Denki are the only two who know about my birthday, so please, just don't make a big deal?" he pleaded. Mina stared at him with lidded eyes as she contemplated the request.

"All right. I won't say anything," Mina promised after a brief silence. Hanta sighed deeply in relief as she stood up to greet Tsuyu and Tooru as they came down the steps. Frowning, Hanta reclined back on his hands and stared down at the ornate stitching decorating Momo's comforter. It wasn't that he didn't like big fancy parties or didn't want his friends to know about his birthday. Hanta'd been really bummed out when the plans with his family had fallen through, and so he knew that if his friends did anything, he'd just be a killjoy because he wouldn't be able to think about the fact it was the first year he couldn't celebrate the occasion with his family. I'd only ruin their fun. It's much better this way, he reasoned glumly. It was logical, but it didn't alleviate the dull ache in his chest.

He forced a smile on his face as Tooru skipped over to dump an entire bin of stuffed animals into the center of the pillow fort floor. I'd only ruin their fun, he repeated hollowly.

Twenty minutes later, the students were sprawled out underneath the tent of sheets stretched over the furniture, feasting on popcorn and snacks with their eyes glued to the flickering television screen. A blue glow enveloped the spacious tent, providing just enough light to see. They'd already had to duct-tape Mineta to the leg of one of the sofa's because he'd tried to cop a feel on Momo. He'd kicked and screamed for a while, but soon contented himself with fantasizing over the two-dimensional girls running around the screen- so they'd duct-taped his mouth shut too.

Hanta lay flat on his belly with his legs kicked up and his ankles crossed over his lower back. He watched the anime with mild interest with his mouth pressed into his forearm as his black eyes reflected the flickering images on the screen. He could dimly hear Katsuki griping at Izuku to get the giant All Might plushie out of his space and the boy struggling to maneuver the giant stuffed hero without collapsing the tent. Suddenly, the screen flicked off, and a series of affronted groans rang out in the small space.

"Relax, relax, I'll turn it back on in a minute!" Mina huffed as she crawled to the front of the pillow fort. "I have an important announcement." Hanta sat up on his elbows, raising his eyebrows suspiciously at the pink girl. What is she planning…? He wondered. He jumped violently when she procured a party popper and burst it open, spilling streamers and confetti all over the place. "Happy birthday, Hanta!"

"Happy birthday!" the group chimed, and the pillow fort rang with more exploding party poppers. Hanta flailed in shock as the metallic streamers and confetti bits rained down upon him, lobbing a few pillows around and tangling himself up in the blankets. The lamp pole clanged as he banged his hand against it, and as it wobbled precariously, the sheets dipped in a little.

"Wh-what? Mina! What's going on?" he whined as he rubbed the aching bones of his fingers. Mina giggled and waved the empty party popper at him.

"Did you really think all of us didn't know about your birthday? We were going to surprise you tomorrow, but considering the circumstances, I thought a little change of plans was in order." Hanta blinked as Denki draped himself over his shoulders from behind to grin brightly at him.

"Sorry that your plans with your folks fell through, dude- but did you really expect us to let you just sulk about it?" Hanta smiled sheepishly and shook his head. "Righto! Bring out the presents!" Hanta whirled around as Tsuyu and Fumikage began dragging small wrapped gifts from underneath the sofa.

"What the-? When did you-?"

"It's all about misdirection!" Tooru giggled as she hugged one of her pink llama plushies. As they piled up the presents beside Hanta, the flap to the fort suddenly opened, spilling yellow light into the fort.

"Am I late?"

"Aizawa-sensei is in on this too?!" Hanta exclaimed in shock as the scruffy dark-haired teacher crouched down in the entrance to the fort. Mina clapped her hands excitedly.

"Sensei, sensei, come on in!" The teacher slowly inspected the pillow fort stuffed with his students, debating his dignity. He then shrugged and shambled inside, dragging his sleeping bag with him, which made Hanta believe he was totally intending on crashing in the pillow fort to begin with. He wormed inside the sleeping bag and tossed a gift card onto the pile of gifts before zipping himself up.

"What're we watching?"

"Gifts first! Come on, Hanta, let's go!" Mina demanded ecstatically, crawling over to drop a present into his lap. Hanta laughed lightly and picked up the gift, shaking it experimentally to rattle whatever was contained within. He then paused to smile brightly, a few tears prickling in the corners of his eyes from how thrilled he was.

"Thanks, everybody. This is the best birthday I could've asked for."

"Stop being sappy and open the damn present!" Katsuki cried and whacked him in the head with a pillow. As Hanta doubled over, laughing and holding his head, Ochako began to scold him.

"Violence is not the answer!"

"Yeah, but it is an option," Denki grinned devilishly. He caught Ochako by surprise with a stuffed llama to the face, making her fall over onto her back and accidentally slap Momo in the forehead. The black-haired girl cried out and grabbed a pillow to whack both Ochako and Denki upside the head.

"Stop it! We'll collapse the fort!"

"PILLOW FIGHT!" Mina yelled, completely ignoring Momo's sentiment. Suddenly pillows and stuffed animals were flying everywhere, and all thoughts of gifts were abandoned. Aizawa had retrieved the remote and was now watching the anime with much interest, completely ignoring the carnage. As Eijirou whacked him in the face, Hanta fell onto his back, cackling as he held a pillow defensively over his face.

Mina landed on her belly beside him, face red with breathlessness and exhilaration.

"Not bad for the Goddess of Fun, huh?" she mused, ducked as Izuku crawled after Katsuki, who'd absconded with his precious plushie. Hanta laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, not bad at all!" Not bad at all, he repeated silently as a serene smile graced on his face. He then gripped his pillow and dove into the fray with a war cry. What better things did he have to do on a Friday night, anyway?