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🍋Hanta Sero: Revenge is best served with help Part 1

A/N: Here's part 1, it was getting a little long and I'm not anywhere close to finish so enjoy what we have and let me know your thoughts, I know its a bit out of character but its what y'all asked for!

"Mmm, fuck you're incredible" The deep groan of my his voice stops me in my tracks, my hand tightly holding the knob to his office. It was after hours and this was the third night in a row that he had to cancel dinner plans to finish up paperwork. Now, I know its not me he's in there railing so when my hand turns the knob before I have the chance to give it a second thought I start to fully understand the meaning of the term 'curiosity killed the cat'

Her legs were wrapped around his waist as his back muscles flexed with every thrust, a soft giggle of joy leaves the lips of the small stature girl that he's nestled between, his tall muscular frame almost hiding her completely as she's laid out on his desk.

Biting the inside of my cheek I can feel the tears pricking my eyes. I shouldn't be crying over someone that's willing to cheat, but my heart felt like it was shattered into a thousand pieces. The small take-out bag I was carrying slipped from my fingers and dropped to the floor, only then did the two of them freeze. The muscles that were so calm and relaxed were now tight and tense as he slowly pulled out and turned around.

"Baby-"

"Baby, Who? Cause the slut you're between; it's not me?!" I suddenly shout, finding my voice.

He opens and closes his mouth several times to speak, looking like a fish out of water and I just roll my eyes. Fumbling to pull his boxers and pants back on, I take the opportunity to leave, my eyes landing on the elevator at the end of the hallway and rush for it, rapidly pressing the button for the door to open as my name is falling from his mouth in desperation. And by some miracle it opens just as he's reached the far end of the hallway. My finger jams on the button for the first floor. While I pull my phone out of my pocket.

"Hey, Where are you?" I question, biting hard on my lip while tapping my foot and wiping the rogue tears.

"Home, why? What's wrong?" His deep voice responds and I can hear him shifting around slightly, as if he's now pacing the floor.

"I'll be there in a few minutes" I mutter before hanging up, watching as the doors close just in time to see Todoroki reaching for it.

Somehow making it out of the building without absolutely breaking down was an accomplishment but as I quickly walked down the streets and the cold wind whipped against the skin on my face I couldn't help but step into a small alleyway. Taking a few minutes to myself to try and gather my thoughts as I made my way to Seros house.

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"Why are you crying?" It's the first thing to leave his mouth as he ushers me inside. My eyes sting from the tears and I try to take a few deep breaths as I plop down on his couch.

"What happened?" He questions again, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment before coming to sit back down with a hot cup of tea.

"I should have listened to you guys."

"What are you talking about?" He questions and runs his tattooed hand through his hair, the sides of his undercut are starting to grow out a bit, but he tends to hide it under a beanie. I can't help but smile at him. Thinking back to the time we first walked into a tattoo shop once we were eighteen. When we all graduated from U.A, Sero took a different route. He wasn't interested in being a hero anymore and instead decided he wanted to get into the art of tattooing and kind of turned into our resident bad boy of the group.