𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ━━ ( hanta sero. )

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"Welcome to Subway, what can I get started for you?" Eh, so monotonous... I'll make this quick for him.

This worker seemed so fed up with his job that Sero couldn't help but to genuinely feel bad for being a customer. This happened often, where he went in a store to grab a quick after school snack or something and would end up regretting it because of the eye rolls or scoffs from behind the counter— what kind of hero was he if all he did was terrorize minimum wage workers in his free time?

But he'd been really looking forward to this sandwich, so Sero simply kept his eyes down on the display of ingredients and spit out his order.

"I'll take the Italian Herb and Cheese bread toasted– uh, six inch– with chicken breast, mayo, lettuce, pickles—"

"Sorry we're out of lettuce."

Sero couldn't help but to let his thin eyebrows furrow as he glanced up to the sandwich maker, who stared back with a deadpan expression. The employee didn't seem apologetic at all about the situation, not even worried that his customer might get angry and throw a fit.

"This is a Subway inside of a Seiyu," Sero noted, "can't you just go grab some lettuce?" It was the employee's turn to furrow his eyebrows, the green visor upon his white shaggy hair moving down along with his forehead. It was a refreshing sight from the other blank expression– the way he gaped with his mouth slightly ajar and providing the same energy as a fish gasping for water. "What? Am I really the first to suggest that?"

"It— our produce has to come straight from our manufacturer—"

"Aw, really? What if I go buy some myself and slide it to you on the down low?" Sero tried to hold his chuckles as the other boy continued to stare at him.

"Dude, do you want the sandwich or not?"

"Laaadies!" Suddenly came a new voice from the back, waving her arms about nervously. "Causing quite the ruckus up here! I hope it's not about the lettuce, Sans!"

The boy's face fell once again and he rolled his eyes a bit. "Sorry, manager."

Said manager approached the counter and offered Sero a weary smile and limp bow causing his guilt to shine once more. "Was everything al—..." She suddenly paused in her tracks as a light seemed to slowly flicker to life in her brown irises, her face glowing in such an opposite way as it had before. "Oh! My apologies, Sans. Feel free to go home early, enjoy yourselves!"

"Er, no offense, manager... but what the hell are you talking about?"

The woman only smiled sweetly and briefly pointed to above his head, where— Oh my God. Sero felt severely caught off guard by the shining crown of symbols above Sans' head. The images just seemed like a cartoonish depiction of a bone but the way it flickered in the air was a familiar sight in history. Did that mean...? Sero immediately looked above the crown of his own head where tape dispensers floated innocently.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, but the sudden rush of emotions was something his mind could not handle at the moment so instead he let out a flat chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. "Soulmate, huh? Not sure I expected that right now..."

Sans glanced to Sero in the same fashion with even the same chuckle, but the latter could tell that the former felt anything but relaxed.

"You complainin', buddy?"