𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑅 ♕ h. sero

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉

"hey, so wouldn't ions-"

denki turned over to sero after the class ended, pen scratching the top of his head and notes loosely hanging from the other. he had this dumb look on his face because he fell asleep midway through chemistry and didn't have the notes down. "no, they wouldn't."

sero replied, blatantly, staring denki down as he licked the chocolate off of the reese's pieces, proceeding to bite down on it. denki sighed dramatically to which katsuki angrily told him that he had the notes and could copy them any time he wanted.

after getting to know him, katsuki's whole vibe flipped, he was actually quite caring and sweet in an aggressive manner. like angrily helping cut vegetables when it was my turn to cook or doing denki's laundry because he electrocuted himself and was too scared to do it again. "you didn't even hear his question."

i said, packing away my books and getting ready to go out. it's not like sero was rude to denki, they were the bestest of friends and instances like this were lighthearted jokes. i zipped up my bag and put it on the floor, turning over to see sero scoffing down another sweet snack. he has the biggest sweet tooth. "well, i wouldn't know the answer because i didn't listen to any of it either."

i made out from the words he said, if you could even call them words. "where are we going?"

i questioned, tightening my shoelaces and brushing the cookie crumbs off of my blazer, sero took my hand and we started walking towards... somewhere? the UA building and the dorms went by as sero continued dragging me by the hand, my wrist soon becoming numb from the strong grip. "we, my very pretty girlfriend, are going to an abandoned strip club~"

he cheered, almost skipping with every ecstatic step he took. the hair resting above his forehead was being pushed apart by the wind, revealing his eyes. they held small, bright sparkles inside them. turning into crescent smiles, showcasing the faint beauty spot under his eye. "to do what? contact a dead stripper?"

i almost facepalmed, ruining the jubilant mood between the two of us. sero adjusted his hair that was ruined in the wind and we stopped holding hands for about two minutes to let the sweat that had built up, dry out. why do my hands always get sweaty? "where is this strip club?"

i looked up at him, not even expecting a proper answer and continuing to face forward.
he turned over with a pleasant smile opening his mouth to answer, "outskirts of the town, a block away from that villain attack last month."

we waited at the bus stop patiently, hoping that we were in time. one of the more interesting things about sero, is that he doesn't really twice think about the consequences of any of his actions, diving head first into the situation. "there could be dangerous people lurking around,"

"don't worry ____, i'll protect you." he pointed to himself, a dopey smile lit up on his face. i remembered something my mother said to me when i was younger. men have this fragile confidence, if you even touch it, they go crazy. a bunch of pussies if you ask me.

it was a pointless quote, grouping men and women into two set groups but i understood what she meant. phrases such as, 'i'll protect you.', 'you don't even have to lift a finger.' etc were just pointless words used to woo a naive person. the funniest thing was that i was stronger than sero but, i am kinda being wooed right now... "and how are you going to protect me if we get attacked?"

the bus came over and we started walking inside, taking two open seats near the back a placing our bags onto our laps. "i'll probably cover for you until you can make a plan for our escape. or i'd distract them so you could trap them in that really cool rock prison you did to bakugo last week in training."

it made me laugh to think of sero acting like a decoy. "yeah, but then you'd probably have to carry me home, i pass out from exhaustion every time i do it."

"i don't mind carrying you, we can also get ice cream on the way as a treat."

"that sounds lovely." i said, placing my head onto his shoulder and waiting for the bus to start moving. the world outside starting moving quicker and quicker as the bus continued to speed up.

the outskirts of town were a dismal place, they were the hotspots of criminal activity and going there would be like edging yourself off of a cliff. who in their right mind would love in the outskirts of town, i'd be too scared to even leave my house...

"let's play eye spy-"

"no." i patted him on the head, showering in the silence that had befallen us, only to be broken by a phone going off and a peculiar guy with... purple skin? behind us. i casually adverted my eyes, trying not to seem like i was staring. after looking for a while later, i found the skin to be burn marks. they looked painful and he definitely smelled like burnt bacon.

well, the world is full of all different kinds of people, some guy on the bus could have severe burn marks that were being held together solely by staples but hey, doesn't necessarily mean he's a bad guy. it's society's fault, mainly, for painting these negative connotations on people who look different. or maybe he is a bad guy and he really does live up to society's thoughts of him. "____?____?"

"huh?" i looked over to a slightly concerned sero who was shaking my arm. i didn't realize the depth of which my mind had sunk to, focusing on deep thoughts about society. i looked over at him as he got up. we're here already? grabbing onto the yellow pole and pressing the stop button, we hopped off about 15 minutes away from the abandoned parts of town. "i forgot to ask but, what are we doing here?"

[author note]

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