#i adapted so many life choices for this fucking guy and im so unhappy why did i do that hes literally just some guy

[opheliac]

what do you do when your boyfriend sucks ass and you feel unloved and inferior all the time and you hate what you've become and he probably does too and you know it's all because of him because you changed for him and he hasn't changed at all

[questionofdarkness]

Hello ! Can i get a matchup ?? Im a Chinese girl with brown eyes and straight brown hair ;; im Pan , INFP. When people forst see me , im an awkward stick shuffling around and very fidgety and blushy but once i open up to people im the "mom friend" fretting over people and make a lot of inappropriate jokes lmao ;; I enjoy drawing and baking and i do have the habit of daydreaming / dozing off;;; Thank you !!

Hello, my friend! After what feels like a whole freaking year, I finally did your matchup! I hope it’s fine :) (also I’m running out of ideas for new scenarios)

I match you with… Hanta Sero!

It would be a long flight from Tokyo to Paris, but you were more than willing to take up with that in order to get to see the beautiful city yourself. You weren’t as eager to be squished next to a complete stranger for twenty hours, because – of course – you were the unlucky person from your class that had to sit alone. You walked down the narrow path anxiously. Would it be an angry old man? Maybe some woman that felt the need to share her whole life story? A teenager with headphones on which were way to loud? More and more of your classmates sat down as you walked further. There was, apparently, another class in the same flight, you hear someone shouting and immediately knew that, with your luck, angry boy was going to be your neighbor for the next day. You spotted a blonde boy with hair like a messy dandelion, leaning over the seat in front of him and shouting at someone crouched there. You were more than relieved to see the seat next to him occupied by a dude with sharp teeth and a girl with pink skin. But you wouldn’t escape angry boy either way, because your ticket pointed to right to the row in front of them. There sat, at the window, the laughing person and next to him a… surprisingly normal looking boy. He had black hair and big teeth that were also visible in a huge grin. You felt a blush creep up your neck. What were you supposed to do? Introduce yourself? Say something? You decided to just awkwardly sit down and clutch to you bag like it was the only thing keeping you alive. At least the seats were comfy and big. The group cast a quick glance at you – which you tried to ignore – but then choose to just go about their business. You tried not to listen, but you picked up some names, “Bakugou” and “Pikachu” and “Shitty hair”. They calmed down during the safety instruction, after a seemingly homeless man shouted at them and the flight attendant started over for the third time. You were fidgeting with the straps of your backpack and wished you had already been allowed to take out your phone.

“Hello”, there suddenly said a voice to your left and you couldn’t help jump a little. It was your black haired neighbor, offering you a friendly smile. The rest of his friends seemed otherwise occupied. “I’m Sero Hanta, nice to meet you.” His smile grew wider. You shyly introduced yourself as well, unsure about the purpose of this conversation. “This your first flight?” he continued asking. You nodded. “Would you like some chewing hum? It helps with the pressure when taking off.” He handed you a pack of orange flavored ones and you hesitantly took one. “So, what brings you to Paris?” “Class trip.” “Really? Us too! We’re going to work with the some French Pros in the country side to gain more knowledge about different areas!” “So… you’re heroes then?” “UA’s class 1A.” He seemed very proud. He kept chatting with you, as if it was the easiest thing to do, and only stopped when his friends demanded his attention or poked fun at him and his new “girlfriend”. You found yourself more relaxed with time, but weren’t unhappy when after some time he grew tired and went to sleep. You doodled for a while, trying to tune out the engine noises and snoring, and eventually fell asleep as well.

You said his goodbyes at the airport before getting dragged along by his classmates and the homeless guy, who apparently was much less homeless and much more their teacher. Your friends curiously asked about him, but you weren’t so sure what had just happened either. Some of them seemed to recognize him from the sports festival and others were jealous because you got to talk to an UA student, but you didn’t really listen to them. What a weird encounter. But he had been very nice.

A week later, you had pretty much forgotten about it. You didn’t expect to be greeter by dandelion dude the first thing you bored the airplane, shouting at a green haired kid who was waving his hands around protectively. You noticed the students, or those which you recognized, seemed extremely tired. Some of them carried bruises or bandages, all of them featured circles under their eyes (maybe except that one with the bird head, because???). You passed down the aisle, sat down in your seat next to one of your friends, and tried to spot black hair among the other passengers. It was then that a girl from your class, probably the shyest person you had ever met, tapped your shoulder and timidly asked you to switch seats. You wondered why the sudden request, because you had drawn lots way back and she knew she’d have to sit alone this time for long. She pointed at her seat where you found – and you weren’t really surprised at this point – the familiar face of Hanta. Hesitantly, you got up. At least you had already met him, so it would be a lot easier for you to spend yet another day with him, than for your friend. And you took your job as the mom friend very serious. “What are the odds?”, he greeted you, “let me guess, Bakubro drove her away?” “What the fuck did you say?!” Ah yes, just like back then.

He, again, talked a lot, telling you all about their week with “Marcheur d’air” and “Féline” or whatever their names were. It was surprisingly easy to be part of the conversation, though you still found yourself fidgeting with whatever it was you got between your fingers. You found out Hanta, who had behaved like a mom friend and voice of reason from the beginning, apparently also had a very humorous side to him, as he took use of the space between him an “Bakubro” to tell you as many embarrassing stories about the blond as he could.

He could, however, also be timid, as became apparent when it was time to part ways again. He was blushing, his wide grin weirdly forced, and his eyes fixed on the ground as he searched for words. “Listen, I know you didn’t really have a choice and I just kinda didn’t stop talking, but I really enjoyed having you as my seatmate and I would like to see you again without having to fly to Europe.” He laughed. “So… no pressure, but… would you maybe like to go out with me sometime?” He fixed your eyes with his and you blushed as well, but you accepted the offer and the piece of paper he handed you, his number written on it. There wasn’t much time for anything else, because people were shouting at both of you to move your asses and get back to the rest of the class, so you awkwardly waved goodbye as you walked in separate directions. No one asked why your faced looked like you were about to spontaneously combust, or maybe you just didn’t hear them, lost in your thoughts.

It was a weird first date, as neither of you were very sure about what to do, but after some time the tension vanished and you found yourself talking like back in the airplane.

The second date didn’t really feel like a date, more like friends catching up after a while.

The third day you anticipated with a warm feeling in your stomach. It was then he quickly pressed his lips on yours before disappearing in the metro.

You couldn’t even remember when it became official, it might as well have been never, because people assumed you two were crushing on each other since the very beginning.

You share a sense of humor and the tendency to be the mom of the group, although that isn’t exactly visible when the two of you are together. He is a lot more extroverted than you, so it is mainly him that wants you to also spend time with his friends, but you can adapt quickly as they are a lot like him and actually, through all the shouting and bad jokes, very good people. He has strong aspirations and dreams and needs your support at times, as his quirks is neither the strongest nor the flashiest and he can become very self-conscious about that, which also gives him the need to try and impress people. He at some point even admitted that one of the key reasons he even spoke to you in the first place was to prove himself to his friends – that and because you are, quote, “one of the prettiest girls he has ever seen – and that although he goes to class with Yaoyo-Momo”. He started comparing your pastries to Satous at some point, which made you feel a bit weird at first, but as most of it was compliments, you took it without complaining. It can at times be a bit tiring to hang out with Sero, because he talks a lot and is energetic – though not bubbly – and it’s hard for him to contain that when you want to spend some quiet time. He tries his best though, which you very much appreciate.