#also rip kaminari🕊💀 he really got played LMAO

[koushisun]

¡Feliz Día de Muertos a todos!💖

Dia De Los Muertos

Pairings: Hanta Sero x Reader

Warnings: OOC, cursing, death mentions, BNHA MANGA SPOILERS (brief, i’ll make a cut to indicate where), Spanish

Notes: HEADS UP, This is a Latino Sero fic with implied Latina Reader

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“Do me next.” Bakugou said as he yanked kaminari out of the spot in front of you making you jump back in surprise, “what?” you ask as he sits on your bed, mirroring your criss cross position and leaning forward with a straight face. “paint my face.” he says, making you chuckle. 

you had painted you and Sero’s faces as calaveras for Día De Los Muertos, the skeletal design catching Bakugou’s eye. 

“damn dude.” Kaminari winced from the floor, making you cringe with a sympathetic smile as you brought Bakugou’s face forward. “close your eyes.” you tell the boy. following your instructions, he scoots closer and shivers when he feels the cold face paint being applied around his eye. 

“make mine cool.” he mutters, trying not to move his face muscles much, “so mine isn’t cool?” you joke, making him open the eye you weren’t working on, you feel his eye roam over your makeup as he grunts, “whatever.” 

“para de mover!” You scold, watching in amusement as he huffed and crossed his arms, “I’d stop moving but sitting still is fuckin killing me!”

you laugh at his response and continue working on his makeup, leaving Kaminari on the floor while he distracted himself with his phone. 

After stubbornly worming your way into Bakugou’s life, he picked up some Spanish from you. Even if most of it was how to curse. 

“you remember what this is for?” you ask him as he hums, “yeah, for that Mexican holiday where you guys celebrate or something with dead people.” he says making you snort.

 “day of the dead, yes. We celebrate the lives of those who have died, that’s why Sero and I have pictures on the altar, those are our family members who’ve passed away.” you explain as he hums in response again. 

“wait so that food is for the dead people?” Kaminari asks, suddenly sitting up straight, “yes? did you eat it?” you watch as he goes rigid, “metaphorically, what would happen to someone who ate the food?” he asks as you fake a small gasp making Bakugou and Kaminari focus their eyes on you.

“Well, legend says that those who eat the food off of the ofrenda, become a spirit and get trapped in the spirit world.” you say finishing up on the second eye. it isn’t until you turn to look at Kaminari that you gasp and frantically look around. “Katsu! where’d Kaminari go?” you ask as the boy in question waves his arms around. 

just as Bakugou was about to ruin it, you gave him the look and he immediately understood and hid his growing smirk. “shit, you don’t think he’s dumb enough to eat the food do you?” he says as you both stare at each other, ignoring your friend who was calling out to you. “Oh shit!” you both yell as Kaminari gives up and bolts out of your room to the common room. 

you slap Bakugou’s shoulder and tell him to help message everyone to ignore Kaminari and if anyone sees anything floating. to act like it’s a spirit. Soon enough everyone was informed and in on the joke. not even two minutes later, you heard Hagakure and Mina’s scream making you and Bakugou howl with laughter.

Sero came into your room not long after, wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “What did you tell him?” He asks, finally getting his breathing in order, “I just told him a little white lie my parents used to tell me when i was younger.” You admit, turning your head so Sero could give you a kiss. 

“Can you not fucking do that when I’m inches away from you?” Bakugou sneers while shoving your boyfriend off of you, “hurry up and finish this.” He says staring straight and tilting his chin up so you can finish with final designs. 

You laugh and hold his chin steady while your boyfriend watches you concentrate on his face makeup, admiring the way your tongue pokes out and your brows scrunch. 

Once you finish with Bakugou, he quickly takes his leave while mumbling about how he doesn’t want to “see all that kissing shit.”

“Te ves hermosa.” He says to you, holding his hand for you to take as you stand from your spot on the bed, “y tu te ves muy guapo.” you sat leaning into his chest, his arms moving to wrap around you. Resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat, you both began to sway along to a silent rhythm. 

“I love you.” “I love you too, now why don’t we head down there?” He offers, kissing the crown of your head as he gets a good look at your own skull makeup, “You did a great job.”

“(Y/N)!!! The bread is ready!” You heard Sato call, you and your boyfriend sharing a small laugh before heading down to the common room. 

“I think my makeup is coming off!” Mina cried out as you looked into the sea of your classmates all huddled in the main space, each with their own version of the sugar skull makeup. 

You walked over to Sato and took the second tray of pan dulce and pan de muerto. “Those look delicious!” Uraraka cheers, filling the scent of fresh pan. You giggle as your classmates huddle around you and Sero’s DIY ofrenda.

You had asked your mother to send you some extra manteles and decorations from home for Día De Los Muertos, the class had expressed their interest after they heard you and Sero talking about it. 

You set down some of the bread on plates and made a move to organize the ofrenda, smiling at all of the photos your classmates offered to put. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, and you’d even gotten All Might and Aizawa to put up some photos. 

——spoiler——

Nana Shimura and a young looking boy who wore a wide grin and a bandage on his nose, his hair looking almost cloud-like. Shoto even put up a photo of his late brother. 

——spoiler——

You watched as the heterochromia boy  used his quirk to light up the multitude of candles on the ofrenda, watching as it slowly came to life.  

You all had huddled around it and reminisced, smiling fondly at the memories of your family and friends who have since moved on. 

“We do not cry for them, hoy y mañana celebramos! today and tomorrow we celebrate! we celebrate their lives and how they lived to the fullest, we celebrate their accomplishment and our memories, stories and words.” You say aloud to everyone, moving to your phone which you’d connected to the speaker, “Now, let’s dance!” You cheer, pressing play and watching your friends grab partners and dancing to the cultural music. 

Sero pulled you into this chest again and held you in a ballroom position, the music defying the tranquil notes of classical music and instead filling the dorms with trumpets,  gitarras, violins y guitarrones. Music pouring through the windows along with your class’ laughter and excitement.

You and Sero couldn’t contain your happiness and expressed it through gritos which made the others look over at you two and attempt their own. 

“Te amo Hanta.” 

“Te amo (y/n).

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

-EXTENDED CRACK-

After a while of dancing with Sero amongst the other students, you felt something grab your ass. Whipping your head around to see Mineta with a nosebleed and his hand STILL on your ass, you growl,

“quieres que te pongo tu pinché foto sobra el ofrenda también?”