Hey, Y'all! So I got a job and it's been taking up lotsa time Oof
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more bullshit.(Y/n) was giddy. Meeting his all-time favorite superhero and idol/crush was his dream, as is the case with many other kids, teens, and adults alike. Today those dreams were going to come true, all due to a lucky box of Pocky. You see, (y/n) could've met Sero Hanta earlier in his life, when they were both teens, but he was flat out broke and meeting tape boi costed extra for VIP tickets. Poor (y/n) couldn't even get to the event because of the cost when he was a teenager.
Now things were different. (Y/n) had enough money, but barely enough time, until the lucky Pocky box incident.
(Y/n) didn't even know that Sero was sponsored by Pocky. Or Pocky was sponsored by Sero? One of those. Anyways, there was to be a huge nationwide event where a lucky fan would get to meet Sero and spend three days with him doing whatever the hell they wished. The lucky 'orange ticket', named after the hero's costume colors and the old 'golden ticket' reference, was hidden inside one of tens and millions of boxes. (Y/n) had gotten his box out of a small corner store near his workplace, and opened it in his office to find the small slip of orange paper staring at him.
"Oh." Was his first reaction. This was followed by a short period of unintelligible shrieking, and then 'congratulations' from his coworkers, even if they had no idea what he was on about. (Y/n) was set to meet Sero Hanta in a week after a call to the company, and he was happy.
But man, that week passed by slowly! Time always crawls by when you're waiting for something, it's true. (Y/n) was reeeeally feeling it. Finally, however, the day came. (Y/n) stood outside the massive doors of the company, feeling only slightly nauseous and intimidated. "Ohhhhh-kay, (Y/n). You can do this buddy, shape up now." He gave himself a pep talk and managed to look only slightly like a crazy person.
Entering the doors and finding the office was a blur. (Y/n) did not remember ANY of the details of the building's interior, and his mind was whirling as he approached the much more pleasantly-designed mahogany door of the office. He knocked only once and the door swung open.
"H-hello?" (y/n) called out.
"Hello! Are you uuh.. the contest winner?" There he was. Sero Hanta, the famous tape boy, in all his awkward glory. He stood to give (y/n) a handshake. "It's nice to meet you...?"
(y/n) Realized the boy was waiting for a name. "Oh, I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you as well!" How the hell he had remained so calm was completely beyond the (h/c) boy.
"Well, you can take a seat if you like. I'm not really sure how this meeting is supposed to go.. no one really ever paid for my VIP tickets or anything... I told the company the price was too high, but I don't really get any say in that, heh..." Sero rubbed his elbow and shrugged, sitting down on the couch the room provided next to (y/n).
"Really? I guess all the fans are broke like me, huh?" (Y/n) Got a little chuckle out of Sero for his joke, and mentally fist-pumped. "Is there anything specific we're supposed to be doing these three days? The contest instructions and prize were a little vague, as are most cereal-box rewards, I guess."
"I'm not too sure. I know that we can decide our own little schedule... Do you want to maybe hang out starting tomorrow? We can go to the movies or something, I'm on vacation from my hero work."
(y/n) Nodded profusely. "That would be great! Could- Could I maybe get your number? I know it's kinda weird, and you don't have to or anything, but I'd like to be able to keep in touch."
"That's no problem. I actually assumed we'd be trading numbers just so we could plan out meeting times and stuff, heh.." Sero rubbed the back of his neck as he handed his phone, already pulled up to contacts, to (y/n).
"Oh! We-well I guess that makes sense.. sorry bout' that, oof..." (Y/n) took the phone, cradling it like a precious diamond, and carefully typed in his name and number, as well as his address and email, just in case. // are you sure it's not cause you want a booty call, dear reader? //
Sero nodded. "No problem. By the way, how old are you? You can't be much older than I am."
"Oh, I'm 22. You're 23 right?"
"That's right! My age was only released to the press once.. I'm amazed you've managed to remember it this long. You sure are dedicated."
The younger (h/c) boy shrugged nervously, feeling a bit like a stalker. "I mean I guess.. You ARE my favorite, after all. I've liked you since the sports festival at UA! I think you put up an excellent fight, despite the fact that you were paired against Todoroki. Plus, your elbows are hella cool."
"W-wow.. You sure think highly of me. That's actually really endearing. I think I'm gonna enjoy these three days." Sero ended with a wink, and if (y/n) didn't know better, he'd think tape boy was... flirting with him?
The tall boy couldn't possibly actually be flirting, but (y/n)'s face decided to turn into a tomato anyways. "Thanks! I think..." And with that, the timer went off. The meeting had been timed initially, and (y/n) had to go home now.
The bus ride home was a joyous one, and (y/n) couldn't wait to get home and celebrate. As the train stopped, signalling that the boy's journey was over, he jumped off the shuttle and practically danced his way out of the station. However, he'd be meeting with Sero sooner than expected. As he was passing through an alley on his way home, a villain snuck up behind him and pinned the (h/c) male to a wall.
"Give me the money and you won't get hurt, little boy!"
Right away, the tall, sharklike man was aggressive, and (y/n) tried to take things carefully and stall for time, as he had already set off the alarm system on his watch that called the police or a pro hero in case of emergency. "U-umm, I'm a college student sir... honestly I've only got 50 cents and a Von's club card, so if you want that you can have it." Unfortunately he wasn't good at stalling.
"Is that fucking true? You might as well become a villain boy, you've got nothing in your pockets!"
"Eeh.. I'd rather not. Besides, it's just the cash I carry on me, really. I had no need for money today." The young adult was then shaken around by the cartilage-covered man.
"No need for money? You entitled shit! I'll make you pay for looking down on poor people!"
'This man's thinking is seriously flawed... I'm probably poorer than he is! Look at that watch!' (y/n) thought, annoyed as he was thrown to the ground roughly. Deciding to stay down so he could make a quick escape, the (h/c) male spotted help arrive from the corner of his eye, and it was none other than Sero Hanta. He almost made a move to acknowledge the soy sauce man, but realized he was still being attacked and focused on Sharkboy. Dodging the now-oncoming fist, (y/n) rolled under the man's legs, slightly brushing them as he got away. The shark man attempted to stomp on him, but he rolled away, resulting in some sort of bizarre cat and mouse game.
Sero took initiative after about a minute of this madness, and clocked the guy in the face with his tape elbow, effectively knocking him out. (y/n) promptly tackled tape boy.
"OHMYGODTHANKYOUITHOUGHTIWASGONNABEBEATENUPBYASHARKOFALLTHINGS"
Sero awkwardly scratched the back of his neck with one hand and patted (y/n)'s back with the other. "Well, I'm a hero, after all, just my job and stuff, heh- wait, (y/n)?"
After explaining your situation it made sense. "Aah. You sure get into trouble, don't you? You're either very lucky, or very unlucky."
"I mean, I'd go with lucky, because it's you that ended up coming to the rescue, after all."
"That's very kind of you to say... I'm glad we met again too, you're very... I guess you're a breath of fresh air. I love my Hero friends, but having someone to talk to who's more.. y'know, normal is nice." Sero ended with a laugh and another pat on the back.
"Well, I should get home. Gotta feed the cats, heh." (Y/N) thanked Sero, and he was on his way.
Hey y'all
So that's part one bc I have 1100000 other things to work on, let me know if you want the rest of this? Thanks, now I gotta go write some sin for you grade A trash
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