𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑅 ♕ h. sero

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀

"what can i get for you two?"

after we walked into the surprisingly well-lit shop, sero and i waited in line for about a few minutes. i admired the pastel tiles lined up diagonally on the wall surrounded by the white around them. there were small, white, round tables scattered here and there. the counter was fully some type of expensive stone and quite blinding to the eyes honestly.

sero and i discussed which flavours we were going to get and stood around for a while waiting for the group of teenagers in front of us to finish their order. i personally prefer taro slush. first of all, it's slush so half the cup won't be just ice, meaning i'd get more for what i'd payed for and secondly i just love the flavour of taro, it so strong but in a relaxing way. the purple colour was also very pretty.

sero settled with mango slush but i was sure he'd be a strawberry type. maybe he just likes to explore...

"that'll be ¥1,038please."

i pulled my bag to the side to pay for my share of the drinks but just as i was about to open my wallet, i found sero standing in front of me, both cups in hand. the same warm feeling in my stomach that i hated so much started to rise again, growing hotter and intensifying as each second went by. he gestured my drink towards me and we popped the straws in, savouring every sip.

"wanna stay here or go to the park?"

he asked, the shop was quite loud so i thought for it to be better if we just walked around the park. going through the winding bush hedges and arriving at the flower garden, we sat down, basking in the quietness for a little while.

"so, sero, what do like to do when you're not at school."

"i dunno, i go to the edge of the city sometimes."

"that's like an hour away, if we're talking about the east edge."

"the abandoned train station, i go there and just sit for hours."

the abandoned train station? ah, that one. the station shut down a few years ago after the route for the only line that it followed changed routes. it stood under this brick bridge that looked like it would collapse at any time. there was grass growing alongside the rails and, if you were early enough, it was the perfect place to watch the sun rise.

of course, that was years ago. now, it's probably old and ramshackled.

"what do you think about? sitting all alone in an abandoned train station?"

sero chuckled, looking at the ducks that were gliding against the water, he looked over to me and said,

"y'now, ducks make it look so effortless, gliding  against the water like that. what you don't see underneath is their legs kicking for dear life. what you don't see is the amount of hard work they put in to stay afloat."

was this supposed to be some type of cheesy metaphor?

"god, when did you become so poetic..."

the sensitive atmosphere was shattered by the blunt remark i made, i didn't expect sero to be so... elegant with his words? you would think someone who was very clearly a 'reckless teenager' would speak like some uneducated child, naïveté at it's finest.

"that's what i think about," he looked at me, "when i go to the train station."

for a moment we just sat there, quietly, looking at each other. this made me realize, i didn't know sero at all. i'd only talked with him twice, once in the entrance exam and the other in todoroki's room. i was rarely paired with him in training and wasn't even part of his friend group. yet, here i was, sitting with him, talking about ducks and abandoned train stations whilst drinking boba.