An Eccedentesiast's Life

Thoughts are your enemies..

This song is keeping me alive so, check it out:
'Stay Alive by Andy Black'

Angst and depression ahead..

3rd person

Sero awoke the next morning, his head pounding and bile sliding up the back of the his throat, he made a beeline for his bathroom, throwing up almost instantly. He wiped the sweat that built up on his brow, before stripping from his clothes and taking a quick shower to get rid of the lingering smell of alcohol. He washed himself in under ten minutes, throwing on a random black and red striped undershirt with a SlipKnot shirt over. Pulling on an identical pair of ripped black jeans from the night before, putting his ear piercing back in, as well as three silver-hooped ones around the side of his right ear.

He hummed quietly, pocketing necessary items before slipping his biker gloves on and leaving his dorm, locking up. He ran a hand through his messy, wet hair, putting a black beanie over the top, being too lazy to deal with it. He continued to hum, walking to the common room as a few students sat in their own little friend groups doing their own thing. Sero made his way into the kitchen, finding some advil and taking it dry before he began to make himself some black coffee. "Good morning, buddy!" His ears rang at the upbeat personality of Kaminari but nodded anyway, forcing a small smile onto  his face for his best friend. "Hey, Kami." He turned to the cup of coffee that finished brewing, and picked it up, engulfing his hands with a new found warmth, spreading through his leather gloves.

"Dudee, you drink black coffee?" The emo looking boy nodded, running a hand through his fringe, styling it over his left eye, showing off his piercings. "Yeah.. why?" Kami shrugged, taking in his appearance, before starting to make himself a hot chocolate. "Just asking, anyway- where were you last night?" Sero hummed, taking a sip of the boiling liquid, burning the insides of his mouth without a care in the world. "Out, met up with Hawks-" "Woah! Hawks as in, Hero Hawks!" Sero gave him a deadpan expression, nodding. "Yes.. the only Hawks to exist, anyway-"

"You came home drunk."

Sero looked up to Shinsou, taking a sip of his coffee as Kaminari looked between the two. "That.. isn't true, I was intoxicated. Not entirely drunk, as you put it." Shinsou raised a brow, his tired eyes studying the boy. "You were drunk, as in- so drunk you couldn't even walk straight." He walked past the two, making himself a cup of coffee. The looks of some students focusing on the three in the kitchen. "I could too-"
"Couldn't, I had to help you to your dorm, you kept running into walls, saying something about life bei-"
"That's enough."

Sero raised his mug to his lips, swallowing the rest of the liquid, not even flinching at the temperature of it. "But.." The raven haired teen looked up, his eyes metting Shinsou's as he placed the cup in the sink. "No, I said no." He said no more, walking to the love seat, throwing himself down onto it. Shinsou sighed, glancing at Kaminari who looked at him pleadingly, but was given a shake of a head. The violette left the room once he finished his coffee, Sero had his earbuds in, blasting his music at the highest volume.

He soon returned to his room, his heart sinking at a message sent to him, his eyes whelled up with tears, his music not helping.. (Under The knife by Icon For Hire) He shakily tapped onto the messages, reading onwards:

Unknown Number:
Hello, is this Hanta Sero?
I'm afraid I have some bad
News.
Sent at 5:03am

Hanta Sero:
Yes, this is Sero.. What
happened?
Sent at 5:05am

Unknown Number:
It's about your mother,
I'm sorry to inform you,
But she passed away this
morning. Would you like to
See her for one last time?
Sent at 5:07am

Sero bit his bottom lip, tears sprouting from his eyes eyes he softly nodded to himself.

Hanta Sero:
Yeah.. I'll be right over,
Same hospital right?
Sent at 5:07am

Unknown Number:
Yes, here's the address:
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Sent at 5:09am

Sero pocketed his phone, running a hand through his fringe before leaving his dorm room, locking up the messy room. He walked through the common room ignoring concerned stares from his classmates as they noticed his tear stained face and slouched posture. "No one follow me.. p-please.." He bit back tears, leaving the school grounds, driving over to the hospital where his mother lay.

Once he parked up, he rushed to the front desk, getting directed to her room. His legs moved quickly as he ran through the hallways, a doctor stopping him before he entered the room. "Hanta Sero, correct?" The boy nodded, tears sprouting from his eyes once more. "I'm so sorry, kid. Go ahead, pay your respects, but sadly you can't be any longer than 10 minutes, her body must be taken down to the morgue soon." Sero bit his bottom lip, his tongue piercing clicking against his top teeth as he nodded. The doctor stood outside of the room, watching the teen enter, guilt stirring in his own stomach. The poor kid was more than likely alone in the world now, he sighed sitting on one of the seats outside. His hands running through his hair as he took a deep breath, looking up at the door the kid entered.

Sero held his mother's hand, her cold skin meeting his warm hand, tears ran down his cheeks as he let out a sob. His spare hand running through the woman's hair, teacing down her deathly pale cheek, his voice shaky and laced in sadness. "I'm s-so sorry.. I s-should've checked on y-you  yesterday, I'm s-so sorry m-mama.." His glossy eyes sprouted more tears, falling onto the bedsheets that lay over her stiff body. "M-mama.." His head lay on her chest, sobs racking his body as he did so. "Mama.. p-please don't leave m-me.."

Footsteps ran through the room, a comforting hand being placed on his shoulder causing him to flinch. "I'm sorry, kid. It's time to go.."

Sero didn't return home that night, his gloves and sleeves the only sort of heat as he returned to the bar, company soon joining him. "So, you gonna tell me what happened? You look like death itself, kid." His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern for his friend. "Mother died this morning, didn't want to face any other students." Hawks nodded, raising a glass to his parted lips, guzzling down the sweet taste of beer. "Didn't 'ya tell anyone about where you were going? I'm sure  everyone's worried. Not even a call, text?" Sero looked up, his eyes meeting the older Male's as he raised his glass. "Nope, they'll know when they see me, after all, it's not like a villain would want me." Hawks raised a brow, watching the teen take a gulp of said beer.

"Kid, you never know, plus-" He took a drink himself. "There's always a possibility. So, call up someone, hell- just leave a message to let them know you're safe." Sero sighed, his downcast gaze meeting the polished wood of the bar. "Fine, but only because you told me to." Hawks smiled an uneven smile, flashing his pearly whites. "Thanks, kid." Sero hummed unimpressed as he fished out his phone, leaving a quick message to Mina before turning back to his pint. "I'm sorry for your loss, do you have any other family-?" Sero took yet another gulp of the golden liquid, his face scrunching up  as he slammed the empty glass down. "No, nor do I wish for a family." Hawks sat fiddling with his gloves, no ideas coming to mind to respond with.

"Why's that?" He held a hand up, ordering yet another pint. Sero's eyebrows creased, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Everyone leaves eventually." The teen wasn't exactly wrong, Hawks knew this, sighing as he nodded his head. "You got me there kid." Sero hummed, the two taking a sip of their drinks. "I know, now tell me, is it really worth watching the world go by when I'd rather rejoin her?" Referring to his mother of course, the older Male sighed, looking over the boy. "I  do wish the same for my self, but we must hold on, kid." Sero's glossy eyes met his once more. "I'm trying.. I really am." The pro hero's heart clenched at that, wrapping an arm around the teen. "Lets hold on together, kid."

Sero flinched at the sudden touch, but leaned into his warmth, causing a sad smile to dance it's way onto Hawk's face, gently rubbing his arm in attempt to comfort him.

"You and me against the world, bud."