𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑅 ♕ h. sero

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀

sero was currently zooted out of his mind.

a glimmer in his bloodshot eyes as he smiled groggily every ten seconds, the sides of his mouth etching from ear to ear. he put his arms up abruptly and and fell back whilst letting out a deep sigh.

i didn't expect this to happen

we were currently sitting inside sero's room but surprisingly it was different from what i expected it to be. opposing his messy and tortuous personality, his room was very tidy and clean. the earthy colours matched each other along with the dark oak and maroons.

it seems... earthy?

i don't know what i was expecting honestly, maybe a room resembling tokoyami's. or even denki's.

"____~"

he elongated the end of my name, calling me in a deep, whiny voice. honestly, i was expecting to come over and get to know more about his quirk, not have him get high off the face of the earth and annoy the living hell out of me.

"what is it?"

"____."

"yeah?"

we stopped for a bit and looked at each other, me breaking eye contact and going back to my notes about his cartilage and the stickiness in the tape. he rested his head on my thigh making me look down,

he's kinda... cute?

he brushed my hair back, his fingers stroking my scalp until they got stuck at a tangle to which he took his hand off and the hair went back to how it was.

"i'm sorry,"

"about the project? it's ok, i know enough about your quirk-"

"no, before."

"oh, that?"

he nodded drowsily, acting like a little child who was apologizing about breaking a vase. you must be asking, 'where does this vase analogy come from?'. dearest reader, you really don't want to know.

"well-"

"i wanted to kiss."

he put his finger down onto my chin looking up from below with a tint on his cheeks and drowsiness in his eyes, soon nudging his face into my sweater and setting onto the pouch of skin on my stomach,

i wasn't insecure, per say. but i wasn't completely skinny and the 'ideal body shape' either so it did make me quite uncomfortable using the fat on my tummy as a pillow. but it was when he put his arm around my waist and nudged his face into my tummy like a little kid that a small laugh arose and a bitter smile.

"do you really mean that?"

"yes,"

he nodded slowly, hair brushing against his cheeks to which i brushed away slowly, placing my hand on the little beauty mark right next to his jaw and stroking his cheeks.

"everything about you is pretty, even that stuck up attitude."

"hey!"

i groaned, my attitude wasn't that bad. all i did was look out for myself a little more than others. i didn't really find a need to talking if it didn't benefit me. i usually only spoke to make snobby remarks at todoroki or someone.

"everything about you, is so pretty,

to me."

"does this mean you like me?"

"whatever you want. like is like if you want me to like,"

oh god, here come the wise quotes.