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@adhesive-king
"I want to be One notch below bedlam, like a radio without a dial."
poc, slightly canon-divergent Sero Hanta. Indie, SFW, Semi-Selective. Hodgepodged by Laurance (21)
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mains / affiliates: @bulletshot • @eclipsemuses • @ohcruel • @sanitatemsolis • @quirkthieves
Are you the traitor?
Unprompted ask || Accepting as always
The usual, happy-go-lucky, easy smile that’s on his face falls. Lips down turning into a scowl.
“I know I don’t belong at UA, someone like me doesn’t really deserve the chance to be in such a prestigious hero course.” He can feel his fingers curling inwards, forming tight fists that hang at his sides like stones in water. “I can get why someone would think that I’m simply just here to spread info back to villains but let’s get one thing straight; I’d rather die than betray the trust of everyone at UA. I want to be a hero, got that?”
MOVING NOTICE.
I will be testing moving Sero over to my multi in hopes of being able to write him more. I love Sero, he will always be my first and most beloved muse but I am bad at juggling more than one blog at once. If you are still interested in writing with him please follow me on @destruxxon.
"So happy for today to be completely normal and mundane!" Thumbtacks on Mic's chair. Airhorn behind his back.
sero is literally just mic and aizawa combined cause they raised him thats there son and no i will not be taking feedback on this
look at them,,,,
sero is literally just mic and aizawa combined cause they raised him thats there son and no i will not be taking feedback on this
"It's totally how that works. It's the same principle behind punching villains."
"I gave him a few hundred yen, of course. Some sacrifices have to be made for the sake of justice." He slips the card into his back pocket, and then he appears to realize something. When he brings his hand back, he's holding a wallet.
"Oh! Yeah, I also took this. That wasn't really for justice, though. I just felt like it."
That does get Hanta to burst out with a loud hiccuping laugh. He throws his head back and gets a few heads to turn towards them. Paying them no mind, he simply pats Monoma on the shoulder snickering.
"Alright, I gotta give props to you for that, man."
He moves his hand down to grip around Monoma's arm instead and begins to pull him along towards one of the many food vendors surrounding them (some dessert stand that seemed way more expensive than he was willing to by for himself). "Since you've like got some extra cash on you now, you're buying us lunch." And as his compensation for being the designated Monoma Wrangler.
you should've known he'd be like this. really, it doesn't surprise you but you'll still be dramatic about it. you grab hold of his arm and sway with two of you side-to-side as you whine and pout and groan. you know that in the end, he'll probably give in and let you use one of his jackets anyways, that's just how he is. makes a big 'ol deal out of it like you're inconveniencing him and then bam! ends up letting you use it despite that.
you're sure that your whines are annoying though, with how loud and shrill they are. you could be even more annoying honestly so he should be grateful that you're demonstrating a bit of restraint right now actually ! " pleaseeee, dude, c'mon ! we're bros, i thought it was, like, rule number one of bro code to let your friends borrow your clothes ?? i thought our closets were free rein ?? " you're totally saying this shit just for fun now. " you can't let your best friend go out there looking like he doesn't know how to put together a fit. that'd be so cruel ! i wouldn't just be embarrassing me, i'd be embarrassing you too !! they'd judge us like a unit, you'd be dragged down because of my swagless fit !! "
And there she goes with the whining act. You groan loudly, rolling your eyes, body being rocked to and fro like some kid's ragdoll. You think he must just do it for fun, like a yappy puppy who needs to bark just cause and bites at the hem of your pants.
"Since when was that the like number one rule? What book are you even reading?" You gripe, shrugging your arm out of his grip and shoving her away slightly, and honestly if you roll your eyes again they might fall out of your skull. "You wouldn't be embarrassing me 'cause I would just pretend I didn't know you. And then you'd look even lamer 'cause you'd be by yourself looking like that."
But despite your own words, you shuffle back to the door of the room, and toe your feet back into your slippers. You don't even bother waiting to see if she's following behind as you make your way to the elevator. "And, oh my god, if you stain my clothes like you did last time I'm like totally never gonna lend you my shit again. I had to buy a whole new sweater 'cause of you, dude."
you guys should write silly stuff with me here
there's not a lot you can comfortably make, you and him both know this. you can do simple things, like packed lunches, ramen and some basic breakfast things but that's about it. unless a recipe was provided, you were pretty limited. despite that, you were a fairly decent cook with what you knew how to make. sure, it wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either.
at his request for pancakes, you nod wordlessly. yeah, you can do that. the recipe is rather easy, full of rather basic household ingredients .. but you see that gaze and roll your eyes, gesturing him for to come help if he thinks you're that bad at cooking. then you're moving around to gather the items needed — flour, butter, sugar, etc. you place them on the counter and look over at the other with a slight raised eyebrow. 'any orders, chef' is signed his way.
You snicker at his reaction, lips upturning into a tell tale smirk. You go around the counter and into the kitchen grabbing bowls and measuring cups from the cabinets as you go. You actually like his cooking, it wasn't the most robust but you've grown so used to it that you feel a sense of comfort when you go long periods without having it.
Placing the things on the counter to clear your hands, you put one up in an L shape and the other pointing at it, thumb sticking out. You rotate your hands quickly with a small shake of your head and a grin; 'Nah'. Pause. 'Actually. Just don't burn it this time.'
That incident had partially been your fault, a mishap with a pair of craft scissors and two kids who shouldn't be allowed to cut their own bangs, but that's not important when you have the opportunity to tease someone. "We should hurry up before we're late."
@quirkthieves ✦
"Yeah, for sure, man." Hanta didn't particularly care what Monoma had wandered off to do, it was basically expected that he would just disappear at some point during an outing, as long as he wasn't somehow in mortal danger. Seeing as he was in one piece and all his parts were where they're meant to be, the very minute part of himself that was concerned for the other's well-being has fully dissipated into a blanket emotion. It's hard to describe the feeling other than talking to Monoma. A vague amusement, and disbelief, and shock, and tinges of hatred and disgust.
The guy was a complex creature that created complex feelings.
He grabs the card from between his fingers and inspects it, glances back up at the blonde and sighs. "I don't think that's like how that works...buuuut, and I hate to admit, it's like honestly pretty sick, dude." He offers the card back and glances around the food court for a few seconds.
"Did you win anything off of him or what? It'd actually be like pretty lame if you just took his card and he got your money."
@adhesive-king gets aizawa for father son time yay
you tap against his head, a soft tap to get his attention. you don't feel like talking, it's barely 7am and the idea of having to speak out loud disinterests you entirely. then you hold up a sticky note (the ones with the vibrant colors and cats on them that hizashi insisted you have) that says 'are you hungry?'. it's written in the only pen you could find, a blue one that was clearly starting to run out of ink. you plaster the note onto the table and walk over to put on the apron eri had picked out (which, yes, was pink and frilly as ever). breakfast is always a simple affair for you (usually some cut-up fruit, toast and yogurt) but if the kid had a special request, you'd do your best to honor it. well, as much as you can.
You spare a quick glance up from your homework; despite living with two teachers and both of them being abhorrent workaholics, you found yourself in the habit of rushing to do your assignments (including the ones for their classes) first thing in the morning before school started. You hum to yourself for a second, scribbling the last of a potentially correct math equation, pondering what you trusted him to be able to make.
"Pancakes." You settle on the idea quickly, and abandon your mostly completed work to peer into the kitchen over the counter. You prop your arms up on it, cradling you chin in your hands and eye him with an almost disbelieving gaze. "Do you want help?"
" we can stop if you want , " shoto puts his pen down as he speaks , looking at hanta with a hint of concern and tilting his head to the side . " or take a break , none of it will stick if you're getting frustrated . " he doesn't mind helping him with studying , even if shoto himself usually wouldn't study at all , getting decent scores without bothering , but he doesn't want his friend to make himself stressed either . / @adhesive-king
All the numbers on the page don't make any sense, he's been staring at them for so long willing his mind to just work and solve the question. Pencil tapping away on the surface beneath with an uneven rhythm as the eraser and lead bob between long bony fingers. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but he startles at Todoroki's voice, so caught up in the work that he had basically forgotten there was another person in the room.
He grins sheepishly at the offer, and tilts his head as he chuckles out a response. "That obvious I'm struggling, huh?" It should sound like an accusation but it holds no malice, he's more than happy to take some reprieve from the work.
"I just like don't get," his hand shifts, pencil flipping between his digits until it's held in a proper grip, and hovers over the paper as the teen motions a large circle over the entire sheet, "all of this. I thought science was like supposed to be about like rocks and chemicals and stuff, why is there all this math in here, man? I can do rocks and chemicals easy, and I probably wouldn't blow anything up."
so whos gonna feed into my delusions that sero is aizawas son and do family threads with me?
It's been too quiet here, so starter call of varying lengths!
SERO HANTA TOP 50 YOU BITCHES CANT SAY SHIT TO ME IM FUCKING WINNNINNNNGGGGGGGGGG
& the bear @ohcruel asked " ❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜ / seroroki 🥺 "
He squints in confusion, tilting his head as he searches the other's face, hand raising to scratch at the back of his head (a nervous tick that he can't seem to shake). "Say sorry for what-"
It hits him as his fingers graze over the raised skin on the back of his neck, the unnaturally smooth texture of the scarring. He pulls his hand away like he's been burned, his left eye shooting wide while the other twitches as much as it can with the weakened control over his muscles. "Oh."
Hanta had come to terms with it a long time ago, he had accepted that what happened was a mistake, he understood that Todoroki had been going through so much more than he could comprehend. So much more than he understands even now. Sure, he had been...upset when it first happened. He had felt the shame and embarrassment of losing so horrifically in front of, well, everyone. And for a moment he had held an ounce of resentment that grew with each good try he heard. Every time he had glanced in the mirror and his face wasn't the same as before, how his back and joints would ache. But he thought it would be no good to carry that kind of negative feeling with him so he had let it go. He had thought Todoroki had done the same, but clearly he hadn't. How long has this been eating at him?
"You don't gotta, man. It's like all water under the bridge now." A gentle smile breaks, followed by a playful punch to the teen's shoulder as he continues. "We were like both trying to win and you beat me, no biggie, dude."
