friday nights [ kamisero smut ]

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It was a ritual for both of them, really.

At the end of the week to put on a movie and get wrapped up in each other’s arms. It was something they both looked forward to, especially since they barely had time to spend together because of how busy hero work was.

Sero, alone in their apartment, begins to prepare. He brings out the softest blanket they own - a king size sherpa that his boyfriend was hell bent on buying last week- and starts to make the hot cocoa.

The week had really taken a toll on him. His elbows ached, more than usual, but knows it’ll be gone soon enough. Instead of focusing on the dull pain, he rips open the bag of marshmallows and pours in a hefty amount— just like Kaminari loves. He makes a face as he leaves his own mug untouched, shoving the bag back into the cabinet.

A small crash near the doorway piques his interest, head turning upwards to see a familiar shade of yellow popping up and grinning at him from the ground. He doesn’t look hurt, but Sero still hurries over, extending his arm for him to take.

“Are you okay?” The tape user asks, momentarily searching his body for any bruises or anything. He seems fine enough, and Kaminari winks at him.

“I am now”, He playfully sticks his tongue out. Through all the years they’ve known each other, Kaminari’s attitude never changed, “I swear! C’mon, Hanta, I’m fine.”

Sero clicks his tongue, pecking his cheek before shutting the door, “Last time you said that you fractured your arm.”

He hears a soft huff behind him as he goes to finish setting up. Under the couch lies a box in a silk bag- it’s a surprise for later, and he knows that Kaminari will like it.

Returning back to the living room, he finds his own surprise: A human shaped burrito blanket nestled comfortably into the couch cushions.
Slowly approaching it, he hums quietly. “I wonder where my boyfriend went. He was just here a second ago..”

Candy yellow hair peeks out of one side of the blanket, and Sero does his best to stifle a laugh. He sticks his fingers into his side, tickling him mercilessly. Immediately, Kaminari squeals and desperately shimmies away from the taller male, attempting to bat his hands away, “Ah, Sero!”

He giggles, flopping onto the floor as Sero eventually gives up. Rolling out of the blanket, he glares at him. It barely looks intimidating, especially when he suddenly smiles, “Meanie.”

Sero sticks his tongue out at him and easily scoops him back onto the couch. Kaminari puts up no fight, instead melting into the touch and draping his arms around his taller frame.

“Missed you.” The blond mumbles, burying his face into his shoulder, “But I still don’t forgive you.”

Sero gently pats his hair, maneuvering so he was on his back and Kaminari was pulled flush to his chest. Blindly, he reaches out and grabs the blanket to place over him.

“Missed you more, Denks. I’ve got Blade Runner in, alright?”

He feels a nod against his chest and presses play.

Both of them have seen the movie before, but it also was their favorite, so neither of them minded watching it again. Sero was careful not to pick a movie that Kaminari would most likely fall asleep to, however it happened more often than not. He supposes that if he did fall asleep, he would surprise him next time.