sero + tense
words: 548
characters: sero hanta
warnings: literally the smallest mention of blood and violence lmao
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pure irritation was radiating off of him, and if you weren’t already aware of the situation (you happened to be responding to the same scene he was at), it still wouldn’t have taken a genius to see that sero was angry.
livid. irritated. tense.
even now, hours after you both had finished all of your paperwork and relaxed at your combined workspace, the only lights left in the agency coming from the two lamps on your desks, you could see how affected he still was.
you couldn’t blame him though, not in the slightest. it was a rough day today. a rookie villain had gotten bold, collapsing one side of a convenience store during rush hour in the city, trapping those who failed to escape inside while threatening to kill if she didn’t get ransom.
you don’t know exactly what went down, having been spared the details besides only being told that support and back up were needed immediately and that there were multiple reported injured in the vicinity.
by the time you and your crew arrived, the fight was already over. the villain was being escorted into a holding unit, her body unconscious and bloody.
there was familiar tape binding her arms and mouth shut as she was carried into the vehicle.
there, amongst all the rubble and press, stood sero. suit ripped in various places and knuckles bruised, you could see the way his shoulders still gently trembled and judging from how tightly he was gripping his fists, you could tell it wasn’t leftover adrenaline from the fight.
the journey back to the agency was silent and tense, the eerie silence and tension radiating from his very core even affecting you. when he sent all his sidekicks away, cold gaze and clenched jaw enough to make even the secretaries turn their gaze away in fear, you knew better.
so you stayed with him, hovering just slightly out of his way. you didn’t interfere with him as the day progressed without further incidents. you just watched from afar, ready to be there when he decides that bottling up the frustrations wasn’t enough anymore.
but he was a stubborn man, despite his usually laid back and cheerful personality. with a light sigh, you rose slowly from your chair, ready to help nudge him towards the direction he doesn’t want to go but needs to, pride be damned.
so you moved to stand behind him, gentle but firm hands resting on his hunched shoulders, tension and irritation still rolling off of him like waves. he tensed even more when you came into contact with him, but the moment you began gently kneading away at the knots that formed throughout the day, he slowly melted into your touch.
he still refused to talk, dark eyes stubbornly refusing to meet yours even as he leaned his head back while you continued your ministrations on his tired flesh, but the soft faraway look in his orbs let you know that he appreciated everything you did for him.
because no matter how irritated or angry he was, how trying and taxing the day may be, he knew that you’d always be there to offer a shoulder to lean on.
or in this case, a pair of hands to soothe away all the tension.