𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑅 ♕ h. sero

CHAPTER TWENTY

"we're going to the museum, i checked online and the sculptures are so pretty!" i was telling mina, we were sitting on the couch as i waited for sero to come down from his room, he had a bit too much beauty sleep and his hair looked like he hadn't washed it in years so i made him have one.

that didn't stop him from tackling me onto his bed and placing kisses onto my cheeks by the hundreds. when he woke up his lips and cheeks were incredibly puffy, you could squish his face and it would be the softest thing.

after about half an hour of laying with him, i slapped myself awake from the drowsy atmosphere in the room and turned his light on. "come on, we gotta get there early so we can also go downtown and buy something for denkis birthday..."

"denki'll be fine with a $5 necklace from the thrift store, he'll call it vintage decor and show it off." sero drowsily made out a sentence from in his sleep.

"denki's my friend aswell, you get him the $5 necklace, i'm getting him some twice albums..." soon enough, sero sat up, the hair on the side of his head which he slept on rising along with him, his bed head almost felt unbearable to just look at and not take a picture of.

"babe stay there, just like that for a few seconds ok?" i said, frantically looking for my phone, after he realized i had taken it out, mid yawn, he put a thumbs up for the picture. it came out really really good. "when we're 90 and old you better look at that picture of me and visit my grave ok?"

"who's to say i wont die first."

"you're too pretty to die..."

"..."

"the last thing i'll think of on my death bed is gonna be your face and that one time i hid your training notes."

"don't say stuff like that, anyways how do you know i'll still be with you when i'm 90?" i huffed, not trying to sound flushed at all but still doing a bad job at it.

"oh i know, you can't get enough of me..." he said, grinning. he proceeded to get up and walking towards the door to his room, leaving me speechless. he wasn't wrong but still...

so now after that catch up, i was sitting with mina who was eating a bagel on the couch when an angry katsuki came in. "if you're gonna eat, do it on the dining table it's impossible to get crumbs out of that couch!"

oh right! he just cleaned! when katsuki was doing the cleaning, you had to be extra careful and nice, he didn't say anything but he loved the compliments. "is it just me ____ or does the couch look really nice today?"

she had to hold in her laughter, winking at me. "yeah it does! i wonder who cleaned?"

it was very hard to find but you could see the warmth on his face. surprising, honestly.

"look what the cat dragged in" mina spoke, as a  tired todoroki took a croissant and started eating it on the couch, this proceeded to make flames come out of katsukis ears and small explosions from his hand,

"i can handle the smell of an emo or two but not unsanitary bitches like you."

"fuck off." todoroki spat out, croissant flying out of his mouth. ew.

sadly i couldn't see who won that fight because sero took me by the hand and we started on the journey to the art museum. he looked like he tried his best for his outfit today, wanting to fit a dress code and trying his very best but still failing anyways...

"y'now what you look like today?" i huffed in between breaths, we're late for the bus aren't we?

"what do i look like? boyfriend material? nh~" he faked a high-pitched erotic moan before laughing it off.

"no. i was about to say you look like an emo adam sandlers." i blatantly responded. i was about to retract that statement and say it was just a joke but i just couldn't, he really does...

"it's ok though i guess i like adam sandlers, i'm pretty sure i like this version better anyways."

"____ it sounds like you're trying to come up with away to say that i don't whilst also thinking that i do." he spoke as we got to the bus stop and decided to take a seat.

"we're going downtown first anyways. i'll get you something that'll going against your whole closet."

"meaning?" he gestured his hands, asking me for a sort of hint as to what i was thinking.

"meaning we're playing dress up, boyfriend, and you're my latest victim, understood?"

"i guess we're finally using that mouth of yours for good- wait that sounds." he stopped mid sentence, the air around us thickening in awkwardness. sero then frantically tried to explain that he didn't mean it like that in any way but sadly, due to bad timing, the bus came...

"so what did you mean?" i said after we had gotten settled into the two back seats.

"like you used to be mean before and now you're buying denki birthday gifts, how did you even remember his birthday?" he whispered, trying to not get the attention of the other passengers in front of us.

"what does my mouth have to do with that, you have a $500 closet on the line here, well $400 if you minus the three albums i'm getting denki."

"yeah i get- wait you have $500 on you?" he slid a hand over my shoulder, trying to get comfortable in the seats but also trying to whore his way to the money.

"and then minus $50 for the tickets to the museum, then minus the $10 for transit and then-"

"yeah yeah we get it miss rich girl"

"rich girl? ive been saving this shit up since may. this is from my small internship job."

"you have a job? how did i not know?"

"i remember telling you about it, maybe reach in that little brain of yours and think a little."

"oh you're so mean to me," he grasped the left side of his chest chest, "but i cant get enough of you!"

"ok shakespeare, look ahead we're nearly there."