sero hanta

Moving on from someone you depended heavily on once was never easy. Sharing a bed with them one day and pretending you don't know them the next was a complete mind fuck– but that's just what had to be done. Knowing he wasn’t good enough for the person he needed physically killed him, but sero loved you so deeply, it broke him to let you go; though he loved you enough to do it anyway.

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Sero wasn’t one to depend on people much. Sure, he accepted help and hand outs here and there, but when it came to you, it was extreme.

He didn’t mean for it to go this far, yet as his mental state declined due to his hectic life as a hero in training, he found himself turning to you for comfort enough times for it to become a habit. Sero wasn't afraid of showing emotion, but as he cuddled against your chest on a random thursday, it dawned on him that you were his anchor to keep him from drowning. His life support to keep him from flatlining. And that terrified him enough to break up with you.

He was really genuine about it, explaining it slowly and gently, comforting you to eliminate chances of self blame. The entire thing seemed bittersweet, apart from the fact that he was fucking dying. But hanta told himself it had to be done, he had to save you from himself.

He laid in bed after a long exhausting day, and if it weren't for the current circumstances, hanta would be snuggled against you by now– venting about rough training drills and draining studies. Instead he was staring blankly at his ceiling, trying to quiet the storm of thoughts that threatened to drown him.

And just as he was about to sink, his phone buzzed with a text from you– a life boat in the midst of rocky waves.

‘i miss u’

His pupils traced the letters endlessly. A mix of giddiness and dread seeping his soul. God, he missed you too. So fucking bad.

But hanta knew better than to sink you with him. With a shaky exhale, his trembling fingers typed out a response that physically hurt his soul. You needed to move on… he needed to move on.

‘you know i cant say it back mama. it fucking kills me to say it but you need to move on. im sorry for everything baby. i really am.’