#sero angst

[seaborgium-dazies]

you don't ask questions of what I do - I do me and you do you. pt.2

mha boys shutting you out, noticing when the damage has been done and trying to turn the tables. A questionable back and forth. based on this ask. enjoy! <3 pt1 here

cw: angst, pre!relationship, miscommunication

🌊: iida, sero, denki

iida:

sero:

denki:

buy me a coffee?

©️ seaborgium-dazies 2025.

[miyamor]

❝ EN ROUTE; ❞

۶ৎ ft. d. kaminari, e. kirishima, k. bakugou, h. sero navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ you've been on a mission for days now when the villains involved got you cornered. you contact him in hopes of backup. unfortunately, they might've arrived at your location a little too late.

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[midnightjewel]

what sabout angst headcanons? i love the bakusquad but anyone is cool :)

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐀/𝐍: Yes, absolutely!! Admittedly, I’m not too good at angst stuff but I’m gonna do my best!! I also added Shinsou because I love him and in my imagination, he’s in the bakusquad against his nonchalant will.

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

- slowly losing his ability to hear clearly after years of neglecting how loud his explosions actually are. realized it one day in class when his ears started ringing during aizawa’s lecture, he just had to sit there internally panicking

- feels like the biggest jerk after he and his mom fight. like he would never outwardly say it but he has cried alone a few times after in his room because at the end of the day, he loves his mom.

- definitely developed claustrophobia from the sludge incident

- sometimes he’ll wake up tangled in his sheets at night and immediately panic because of the sludge villain incident. kirishima, his dorm neighbor, heard it one night and asked him if he was okay the next morning. he told him to “fuck off” on instinct but really wishes he would’ve just let it all out.

- always has his guard up, preemptively planning how to tell someone to “fuck off” because he honestly hates social interaction

- the sad truth is that when he got older and maybe had a soft spoken kid, that poor kid got relentlessly bullied and despite being this explosive dad, he internally felt so painstakingly guilty because this was the universe getting back at him for bullying Midoryia for so long.

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

- adopted this sense of “manliness” because he didn’t grow up with a father figure in the home. it was just his mom trying to figure it out on her own.

- constantly feeling like he’s gonna be left behind all of his classmates. he feels like his quirk is dead weight and nothing useful.

- him dying his hair red was the equivalent of some girls cutting their own bangs at 3am in the midst of a mental breakdown. yeah, he had a mental breakdown and on impulse dyed his hair red so that he could stand out in a crowd

- struggles with actual diagnosed depression that gets worse between november - february. like in middle school he felt that this was the end, that there was no way out. the only thing that kept him around and going was his mom.

- struggled with body image after gaining a bit of weight during his internship with fatgum

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

- always makes it his goal to be the most approachable one in the room because he knows what it’s like to not have anyone to approach.

- constantly in an ongoing battle with himself to not forget anything. this leading him to forget his adderall almost every morning and struggling throughout the day.

- i feel like he is mentally abused and manipulated by his parents. like it’s a constant ongoing struggle where he can never please them.

- a regular disassociater. it most often happens when he’s trying to be productive with schoolwork in his dorm room.

- he can’t control the way he acts when he fries his brain after overusing his quirk, but he remembers everything. The way people laughed, the way everyone made fun of him and nobody stepped in to help when he needed it

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚

- 100% deals with anxiety. like yes, she’s the first person to jump in and save a situation, but the whole time she’s ready to collapse, heart pounding, sweating uncontrollably

- deals with a calorie obsession. is unhealthily obsessed with how many calories she’s consuming a day or how much sugar is in something because that’s what she’s learned from the internet as a teen girl

- always has this internal fear of “was I too loud? was i too much?” she’s so outgoing and sweet but when she’s alone with her thoughts they race.

- accidentally ruins perfectly good situations for herself. if someone likes her and she likes them back, she doesn’t know why but she will immediately friendzone them after months of pining. she gets nervous but can’t explain why her mind decides to shut them out.

- she is terrified to simply exist as a woman. she is the loudest and proudest feminist in a room but still doesn’t understand why her rights aren’t just given and her life isn’t taken seriously like her male friends. she is ready but so deeply afraid for the rough journey ahead of being scrutinized and misunderstood in the hero industry while her male friends will get to breeze by like it’s nothing. it’s simply unfair.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

- he is the second oldest of 4 kids. meaning that he’s part of the older half, the half that’s supposed to be “responsible” while his two younger siblings get treated in ways that he and his older brother never got treated. it kinda hurts..

- he was a gifted kid who burnt out. it may seem like he’s not smart when it comes to his studies, but he is. he’s just so tired of trying.

- he wanted to become a hero like spider man. his brother who is 6 years older than him showed him the movies for the first time when Sero was 9. his brother is his best friend. but unfortunately he moved out for college when Sero was 12, and he doesn’t see him that often anymore while he’s out living his life. sero misses his brother.

- is so sick of being seen as comic relief in his friend group. like he would never say that outwardly because he loves all of his friends but he wants to be taken seriously so badly and is mad at himself for not expressing that from the beginning

- is unfortunately seen as the mediator between his parents and siblings. like he goes out of his way to keep the house running smooth with no issues. his younger siblings are a pain in the ass, and his parents are emotionally unstable and unavailable, he’s just trying to hold it all together

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮

- his dad is a neurologist and a psychiatrist meaning that shinsou tries to show little emotion out of fear that his father is analyzing him. his father isn’t, but that’s just the way shinsou feels especially after his dad made him start seeing a therapist for his diagnosed anxiety disorder. his father means well though.

- his mother is a photographer, always trying to take pictures of him because she loves him. he hates the pictures, he thinks he looks ugly, he can’t see the beauty in himself. he just asks her not to post them.

- suffers from caffeine withdrawal due to late nights of training and studying to not fall behind in the hero course. he has gotten so used to running off of energy drinks and espresso that if he doesn’t have one by noon, he’s extremely irritated and jittery

- he had to be homeschooled as a young kid because of his quirk. he was accidentally brainwashing the other kids without even realizing, leading all of the parents afraid of their children being around him

- constantly suffering from migraines and eye twitching, leading to sleepless nights which in turn lead to insomnia issues. he barely gets any sleep anymore and is constantly running on spite and caffeine. he doesn’t want to tell his dad, his dad is so clinical about all of that without realizing shinsou just wants to be held by him and told “it’s going to be okay”

[elssero]

it’s cold by the time he meets you on the roof, you should’ve worn something warmer, you should’ve known you were going to be waiting longer than the ten minutes sero said you would.

it’s stupid, it’s stupid how long you wait for him, it’s stupid how you let yourself get cold, it’s stupid when he finally sneaks through the roof door, it’s so fucking stupid. but you let yourself wait.

you think back to the beginning, how he’d caught you up here on your own after a particularly bad day, how you’d let yourself be comforted by him, consoled by him, held.

how it became your little ritual, he’d told you to meet him back up there tomorrow, same time as that night. how he’d done it again and again, to the point that the words never needed to be said, just a quick goodbye and a ‘see you tomorrow.’

you think about how you’d turned down plans, said you were busy, just so you could spent a few hours with him in the dark. it’s stupid.

you should’ve known really, the touches in silence, the whispering when no one was around, how he’d only give you a small wave when he was around his friends, how he brushed off their questions as him ‘just being nice.’ you should’ve known.

how could you? when he spoke to you like that, he liked the way you wore your hair today, he loves your eyes, he’s just a little shy to say more than hi when your around others.

so you let it go on, you let him make you smile, you let him get closer to you, maybe too close. you hate how it becomes the highlight of your day, how it seems to add nothing to his.

maybe that’s harsh, maybe he did seem genuinely upset when you had to cancel for finals, maybe he did miss you, maybe he just missed feeling you. he can’t, not when he’s seen with others, touching them the same way he would you, at the same parties he dismissed you for. he can’t miss you all that much.

the visits become less often, going from daily to maybe once a week, it doesn’t happen overnight, rather over the course of a few months, until you find yourself no longer expecting his messages, no longer expecting to see him, despite wishing nothing more.

you’ve tried to stand your ground, fight the smile on your face when he asks to see you, fight the way your legs seem to move on their own-

but not tonight, not anymore.

you hear him before you see him, how he climbs the side of the building, it reminds you of a night a couple weeks ago, how quickly he’d jumped from the roof at the smallest noise from the door, he’d ran. he’d ran because he didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want to be seen with you.

you feel him before you see him, when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, your legs hanging from the side of the building- “you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge angel- your quirk isn’t made for falling”

it’s stupid, the nickname is stupid, the way he somehow makes you feel incompetent but also so safe is stupid. you can’t- he can’t.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

it’s a beat before he answers, you still haven’t seen him, but you feel his hands drop from your shoulders, the step back he takes as you stand up, ready to leave.

“wait- what?”

you’d been clear, he doesn’t need anymore than what you’ve given him, he can work the rest out himself. you don’t even get past him before he’s grabbing at you- a hand grasping yours, the other pulling you by the waist.

“what are you talking about? angel- cmon what’s got you upset-” upset, your not just upset, you’ve spent time being upset, infact your done being upset, you’ve accepted this, it’s over.

“it’s nothing- i just don’t think this is working anymore-”

maybe it’s the way he looks at you, or the way he’s holding you, grasping, pleading. it almost makes you stay, makes you move closer to him, be held in his embrace.

“it’s- whatever it is- we can work it out- angel-”

he doesn’t get the last word out before your pawing his hands off you, releasing yourself from his grip, his face falls even further.

“cmon- your not actually being serious-”

but you are, and he knows it too, it’s the look in your eyes, your not waiting for him anymore.

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Jester!Hanta Sero x Princess!Reader - Joke's on Me

Summary: Your jester, Sero, can't watch you continue on with your arranged marriage knowing he was your first love.

Warnings: Hard angst, faking a death, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, mentions of sex acts, tiny bit of fluff toward the end, jealousy, not proofread, toxic relationship

Obsidian eyes darted across the room, trailing your every move as you spun around the dance floor with your new fiance. Sero sat crumpled in the corner of the ballroom, a scowl on his face when he watched your nose scrunch with amusement. There you were, laughing at another man's jokes, in another man's arms as if you weren't in his hours before.

The pair of you always knew it'd come to this. It was your duty to marry a noble and birth an heir- it was inevitable. He simply chose to pretend the day would never come, he was too content with the way things were to acknowledge the reality that was just over the horizon.

His breath caught in his throat, back stiffening as he watched your soon-to-be husband, spin you around before dipping you, laying a kiss on your painted lips. The same painted lips that he'd stolen the first kiss off of long ago. Sero couldn't handle this anymore, the jealousy, the way you'd galavant around with this man, then lay down with him at night. He hated being your secret.

Finally, he dragged himself off the floor and dusted himself off, storming out of the ballroom, which did not go unnoticed by you. He'd prepared for this, the time was now, and he couldn't wait any longer. Seeing him walk off, you politely dismissed yourself from your fiance, following far behind.

Breaking through the door to his chambers, Sero made a beeline for his armoire, throwing the doors open, knowing exactly what he was looking for and where to find it. He hauled a decently sized suitcase out of the armoire and yanked a set of traveling robes off the shelf, throwing his jester's hood off his head. As he stripped, he tossed his motley on the cobblestone floor, ensuring to step on it as he slipped into something less attention-grabbing.

Meanwhile, you were wandering the castle's corridors, quietly calling out to him with gentle concern lacing your tone. Not finding him anywhere in the wing of the ballroom, you decided to check his chambers next, though you'd arrive much too late. "Hanta?" You asked, knocking as you pushed the heavy wooden door open. "Are you-" You paused, eyes falling to a pile of cloth on the ground, tangerine and black in color, scuffed with dirty bootprints. "Hanta!" you repeated, this time in a gasp as you took off down the hallway, heels clacking against the stone.

Sero halted in a cold sweat, hearing his first name echo through the castle walls. Only one person called him by his first name, and coincidentally, it was the one person he was trying to get away from- you. Ultimately, he decided to ignore it, sprinting down the stairs to the ground level of the building. He just had to get to the stables, then he'd have a way of escape. You couldn't catch up to him then.

Realizing your heels were slowing you down and what was at stake, you stopped, kicking out of your shoes and bunching up your gown into fistfuls before taking off again, running as fast as your sore feet would allow. "Hanta, wait, please!" You begged, now deep enough into the corridors to know only he could hear you. "Please, just talk to me!"

Your pleas struck him, sending a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, he did wait, his hands cradling a worn-out saddle. He quickly came to his senses, however, and resumed strapping it to his horse. "Hanta?" Your voice echoed again, this time errily closer. It unnerved him that you were blindly looking in the wrong direction. He had to leave- now.

With shaking hands, he hopped up, mounting the painted horse, taking the reigns, and leading her out of the stall. He was so close to freedom that he could nearly taste it. "H-Hanta, don't go!" Sero paled, hearing your voice so clearly now, knowing he was already within your line of site. His eyes darted between you over his shoulder and the open stable doorway. With a flick of the reigns and a kick to the horse's ribs, he bolted towards the exit.

In a panic, you sprinted in the direction he was heading, throwing yourself on the ground in front of the horse's path, forcing him to halt. "Your highness!" He shouted, frustrated as he yanked on the reigns, his desire for your safety outweighing his desire to be free of you.

"P-Please don't go!" You begged, tears streaming down your face as you stayed crumpled on the hay-covered floor, arm raised defensively in preparation to be trampled.

"My lady, stand aside," He said sternly, eyeing you from above.

"I won't!" You argued back, just as fiercely. "Not until you explain yourself!"

"I'm leaving, that is all the explanation you are entitled to." Truthfully, he would have loved to tell you why he was leaving. Maybe if he did, you'd finally understand the depths of his love for you and admit that you were his, but he knew that was a simple pipe dream.

"You are under the employ of this family and you will answer me!" You commanded, standing at last, covered in dirt, cheeks flushed with frustration.

"Banish me if you must," He sassed, with narrowed eyes, looking down his nose at you, fighting off the urge to tell you how beautiful you looked being disheveled in the moonlight. "I'll soon choose a life on the run than this torture."

"Torture?" You retorted, balling your fists. "Need I remind you how luxurious of a life you lead here? Servants don't tend to have private quarters, personal horses, and all the amenities of a royal, like you have!"

"I am no servant," He sneered, ready to hop down from his horse and throw you out of the way himself, onto a soft bed of hay of course, but nevertheless, you were testing his patience.

"And you are no noble either." You seethed back.

"An astute observation, princess," Sero said with a fake grin. "For if I were a nobleman, 'we'd already be wed', I believe those were your words, weren't they?"

"Bite your tongue, I'm warning you-"

"No," he finally snapped, totally fed up with you. Throwing his leg over, he slid down from the saddle and approached you with a furiousness that frightened you. "Just this once, I won't bite my tongue." He said roughly, grabbing you by the arm, his nails leaving imprints on your skin. "I am a man driven absolutely mad with an obsession for something I was not born with the right to claim. And despite this, the object of that obsession lets me claim her night after night. Have you any idea how that tears at me?"

"Hanta, unhand me!" You gasp, struggling against a tightening grasp.

"I will not!" He bellowed, leaning in, face inches from yours. "I have loved you since the day we met and if there is only one thing I know in my heart of hearts, it is that you love me too." You could do nothing but stay still in his grip, watching the clouds rolling in his stormy eyes.

"I-I will admit, you were my first love..." You confess nervously, but truthfully.

"And you are my only love," He interjected, his grasp loosening ever so slightly as his brows knitted upwards. "Princess, you are everything to me; the sun and moon, and every star in between. The thought of seeing you off with some spoiled boy whom you hardly know sickens me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

"You wouldn't be losing anything, Hanta," You clarified softly, peeking up at him through your lashes. "I intend to bring you with me..."

Something about the way the words rolled off your tongue with such genuine ignorance of how selfish you sounded struck his final nerve. "I will never be your concubinus!" He suddenly shouted, tearing his grip away from you, balling his fists to his chest, afraid he may accidentally strike you. "You expect me to move into your husband's castle just to crawl into your bed while he is away?! And what then, will I do with my time while he is present? Can you answer me that, your majesty?"

His rejection of your proposal and the venom in his voice, made you shrink away, putting further distance between the two of you. "I-I... I hadn't thought about-"

"I'm just a joke to you, aren't I?" He suddenly asked, voice cracking as his anger finally broke into heartbreak. "I'm not your love, I'm simply a toy. My devotion to you and your happiness is a mere game. Every moment we shared, every poetic word, every sacred rendevous was just..."

"Hanta, you're wrong-" You tried, reaching out to him to wipe the tears from his cheek, but he smacked your hand away.

"My purpose in your life was always amusement." He croaked, voice strained with emotion as his obsidian eyes met yours, brimming with tears. "Along the way, I must have forgotten that and convinced myself that I truly mattered to you. That's my own fault, the joke is on me."

"That isn't true at all!" You finally manage to speak, shaking your head and stepping to him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. No longer did you have the compacity to be afraid of him as he stood in front of you, frozen and numb. "Hanta, the only bit that you've gotten correct is that I do love you and I have since I laid eyes on you! If I had any choice in this, you would be my husband, not anyone else!"

Although Sero had longed to hear these sentiments from you for years, they had little effect on him now as his eyes simply shifted downwards, searching for sincerity in yours. "I will never love another, (Y/N)..." He finally confessed, using your given name with no sort of honorific or title. He wasn't speaking to a royal or someone of authority, he was just speaking to you. "And I know that no matter what you profess to me now, you cannot keep that same promise, not if you're married to someone else." With trembling hands, he mirrored you, cradling your face like he had thousands of times before, knowing that this would be the last. "Appreciation will develop and turn into care and then love; it is inevitable."

"In your heart of hearts, do you love me?" He asked, face sober as his shaky thumb dragged across the bag under your right eye.

"I do, Hanta..." You answered, wanting nothing for than to prove your feelings for him.

"Then I beg of you, set me free, my love." He proposed with the saddest smile. "Never again will I love and I will roam the land a lonely vagabond, but please, subject me to this torture of the heart no longer..." He watched as your face contorted with sorrow and your head shook dismissively in his hands. For a moment, his heart sank, realizing that your selfishness would once again stand in his way.

"I-I could never! My heart would ache for your return!" You sobbed, wanting nothing more than to have him hold you securely to his chest, but he kept you staring at him, unmoved by your tears. "H-How will I prove my love for you if you are gone?"

"You will prove your love for me by sacrificing ownership of me," Sero explained calmly, all of his anger had long since bled dry. "Never should you wonder if my heart belongs to you- it does. My thoughts will never be out from under your rule. But please, darling, set my body free."

Deep down, you knew he was right. You had been cruel to him and this one thing was the very least you could do to rectify your treatment of him. "B-But how will I explain your absence?"

"Tell the court I have perished." He answered a bit too quickly; he had rehearsed this part. "Tell them I had indulged too much in the drink and fell into the pond during a moonlit stroll. Nobody will bother to drag the depths to find me. Let the court believe I died as I lived- a fool." Despite the morbid instructions leaving his lips, he smiled down at you peacefully.

"where will you go? What will you do?" You worried, clinging to him.

"As far away as this horse will take me, and then I shall find another one to carry me further. Never again do I intend to settle." He replied, eyes shifting towards the road which seemed never-ending in the darkness.

"Do you have the necessary supplies?" You peered up at him concerned, almost as if you were buying him time to change his mind.

"My personal effects, some bread and cheese, a bottle of ale, and a lantern." Sero nodded, kneeling down, letting his lips brush against yours. "Am I free to go, your grace?"

Reluctantly, you nodded, weeping at the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach when his lips pressed firmly to yours. "Be safe, my love, please write."

"I'll try." He offered, with a content smile. "If only to put her majesty at ease." Slowly, he began to peel himself away from you, completely ignoring your attempts to keep him close. Mounting his horse, he reached back out to you, caressing your flushed face, noticing how you still looked absolutely breathtaking even through your distraught expression. You pressed a hand to his, anchoring it against your cheek, how caring how many tears his pores collected. "My one and only love, thank you," he soothed with a tearful smile. "All is forgiven."

With that, he took his touch away, carrying your tears with him as he took the reigns and led his horse out of the stable. Now on the path, he looked back at you one final time. "Adue, my sweet, I love you. " He called, not waiting for you to return his sentiments. You watched, crumbling to the ground again as he rode off, disappearing into the treeline, never to be seen again.

"I love you too, forever and always, my king."

[saturnsorbits]

On Watching the Man you Love, Love Someone Else

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Period-esque, Angst, The Bastardisation of a Longer Piece I'll Never Finish. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Set to pull the job of a lifetime, Sero's band of wayward thieves are left short when Camie runs off. But could her leaving be the catalyst for more than just a new plan?

A/N: It genuinely hurts a little to let this piece go. I worked on the idea for a while, and really did fall a little in love with this Reader, but ultimately the idea just wasn’t meant to be finished in a word count I could commit to. This piece has so much potential, I’m just not enough of a writer to properly do it justice… I’ve tweaked some pieces, the conversation that occurs with Sero at the end was originally supposed to take place between Reader and Cammie for example - but this is as cohesive as I could get it. Anyway… I hope at least someone enjoys this…

'Gone.'

A chair hits the floor, wood creaking as the legs snap and splinter.

'Fucking gone.' Sweeping an arm across a table, Sero sees the end to a bottle of wine and two half-full glasses. They smash and paint the floor red. 'Fucking – fuck!'

'With all due respect...' Standing in the doorway to the office, Shinso ducks a rogue paper weight as it's hefted at his head. It cracks against the brick behind him before dropping to the floor and rolls until his boot comes down on it. '… It was just a matter of time before she took off again.'

Sero's head snaps up from where he's hunched over his desk. His arms are shaking, hands marked and scratched from his tantrum as he forces out a breath through gritted teeth. 'Don't patronise me right now.'

'Is it patronising to just state a fact?' Shinso arches an eyebrow.

Sucking a long breath up through his nose, Sero inhales until his lungs begin to burn. 'I'll bury a stiletto in your skull.'

'You're not quick enough.'

'I'll -.'

'Stop threatening me, when we both know you're just upset that you've proven to be too uninteresting to entertain your lady-love again.' Bending at the hip, Shinso snatches the paper weight from under his foot and tosses the stone in his hand. With an amused boredom, he slips a small pocket knife from the rim of his boot and begins to scratch. 'What did she take this time?'

'Her shares of the last score, half the dried meat, the last mill-seed loaf, two of the expensive dresses and the...' Biting the inside of his cheeks, Sero's eyes drop to the floor. 'She took the Todoroki.'

A laugh bursts from Shinso's chest. 'Good fuckin' riddance.'

'I liked that painting.' Sero growls. 'Almost lost my fucking head stealing it too.'

'Oh, I remember...' Biting down his smile, Shinso licks at his lips and clears his throat. 'Worry not brother, we still have a game ahead.' He snickers. 'Maybe we'll be able to snatch you another.'

Sero seethes, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth until he feels the molars catch. 'The game's pretty much fucked now that Camie's taken off again.'

'No.' Shinso shakes his head. 'I know it's hard for you to think beyond yourself sometimes, but there's more than just one woman in this piss-poor little gang of ours capable of playing a darling Duke's daughter.'

Setting himself back down in his chair, Sero sighs. He digs a knuckle into his eye. 'Make sure she's ready for the first touch tomorrow morning. I don't want us to spend any longer on this than we have to.'

With mock decency, Shinso folds himself over in a low bow before standing and stretching out his shoulders. 'Certainly... Now, I'll leave you to your moping, my Lord. Feel free not to trouble us while you're constitution has you acting so pathetic.' A wide grin takes his lip, but before Sero can think of rising from his chair in another fit of anger, Shinso tosses the paper weight straight at his head. 'Catch.'

Snatching the stone from the air, Sero flips it over in his palm exposing the rough outline of a broken heart and a crude crying stick figure on his knees beside it. He's too slow as he hefts it back at the now closed door of his office.

Shinso's footsteps retreat, echoing around the cold stone of the corridor beyond; his low laughter following close on his heels. Sero slams a fist on his desk. 'Fucking bastard!'

'The Queen of Thieves has -.' Kirishima wobbles as he descends the stairs into the kitchen, you in his arms, with only Tetsutestu's hand on the broad of his shoulders to stop him from toppling over.

'For the love of -.' Bakugo hisses. Spinning around from his post in front of the stove, he digs a fist into his hip and glowers. 'Keep it down.'

Tipping you out of his arms, Kirishima slinks toward Bakugo. His head dips, cheeks glowing soft as he slips his arms around the smaller man and plants a kiss on his cheek. 'Sorry, baby...'

'He might be sorry...' Skipping up to the large, oak dining table set central in the room you unhook a large, bulging coin purse from your shoulder and empty it out onto the table. Coins of gold and silver clatter onto the wood, flowing from the bag until the entire surface of the table shines. '… But, I'm not. We're celebrating.'

Bakugo's eyebrows dip. 'You ran a score.'

'We did.' You beam. 'Stole a bunch of machine parts from Ingenium's.'

'Ingenium's is protected by the League.' Venom drips into Bakugo's voice, his teeth grinding as he levels a spoon with your head. He's about to shout, the vein in his temple already bulging, but before he manages to bark, you're grinning.

'And -' You lift a palm to stop him. 'When poor little Tenya wakes up in the morning and discovers that his four gold pieces a week to the League hasn't stopped his precious shop from being turned over, he's going to look elsewhere and who else do we know who has a reputation for keeping thieves away?'

Bakugo tries not to let it show, but pride makes his chest puff out and his eyes shine. 'I should be mad that you're whoring my boyfriend out as hired muscle...'

'But...' Your eyebrows dance on your forehead. 'But, you've just put the biggest score I've seen all year on that bloody table -.'

Kirishima pecks at Bakugo's cheek again, twisting from where he had been dipping his fingers in the bubbling soup on the stove behind his boyfriends back. 'Don't forget the bank notes. We've got bank notes too...'

A snort breaks from Bakugo's chest. '… And guaranteed us another solid four gold a week, so -.'

This time it's Tetsutetsu who breaks into Bakugo's speech. 'We put our prices up two weeks ago. It's eight pieces now. Seemed fitting since there's two of us; an not just one bruiser like the other gangs are offering.'

This time Bakugo does laugh. He throws his head back, shoulders bouncing as he slips from Kirishima's hold and stalks towards you. Opening his arms, he wraps himself around your waist and lifts, spinning you around once before letting you back to your feet. 'If I were into women I'd kiss you breathless, you little fucking genius.'

You giggle and lace your hands behind his neck. 'I'd love to take all the credit, but -.'

'But she was the mastermind behind it all...' Kirishima beams. 'We just stood by and looked scary.'

Tetsutetsu offers. 'We helped lift the machine parts too!'

'It was a joint effort.' You concede, letting Bakugo drift back to the stove, after ordering the boys to set the table.

'What's this?' Shinso appears at the bottom of the basement stairs like a ghost. His hair is wild, torn back as if he'd been caught in a gale and the usual bags under his eyes are deeper and more pronounced.

You look up, half way through scooping another handful of coin back into your pouch. 'A score.'

Leveling you with a bored stare, Shinso raises his eyebrows. 'I'd gathered that much. I was -.'

'Ingeniums.' Bakugo cuts in. 'They can explain over dinner. Sit.'

Shinso obliges, slipping into a seat at the table. 'I have news of Mina.'

That perks everyone's ears.

Producing a letter from his inner jacket pocket, he brandishes it in the air. 'She seems to be enjoying the sea air down south, says she's learned a lot from Midnight.'

Bakugo snatches the letter, quickly skimming through the neatly written hand. He hums. 'Established some links with the Mirko company – could be useful.'

Reading over his shoulder, Kirishima snatches the letter as soon as Bakugo's eyes reach the bottom. 'I miss her.'

'Me too.' You sigh. 'She'll only be gone another month...'

'And we can welcome her back with a score.' Shinso grins, his crooked teeth nipping gently at his lower lip.

Eyebrows furrowing, you glance around the table. 'But -.'

'You're to the play the Duke's daughter instead.'

'I -.' Part of you wants to argue, but you know there's no point. There's only one reason that you're to take the roll of the Duke's daughter, after all.

'I'll take a look at the dresses tomorrow, see what we've got that fits... I can always adjust one of Camie's.' Bakugo offers.

The conversation dissolves then, the room filling with plans and laughter as the bowls we're cleared away and a plate of freshly baked cookies took their place on the table. Bathing in the revelry of having the crew, mostly, all together, you barely notice as the sun begins to slip from the sky leaving the kitchen soaked in the soft glow of lamp light. It isn't until Bakugo yawns, declaring it bedtime, that everyone begins to slowly make their way to their retrospective rooms.

Bakugo heads off first, Kirishima dutifully in toe behind him as they slip into one of the backrooms where a small, stuffed mattress awaited them.

Shortly after Tetsutetsu turns in, slipping into a his coat and swiping a singular golden coin from the stash as he trots back up the stairs, presumably on his way to find something comely to warm his bed for the night.

Lastly, it's Shinso, who offers you a knowing look when you dish out one last portion of soup and dutifully turn towards the upper bedrooms.

He rolls up his sleeves and sighs before dipping them into the soapy water filling the sink, listening as your steps echo as you climb. No-one comments on the empty chair at the head of the table.

Wrapping your knuckles on the office door, you balance the soup dish on your wrist while trying to shove open the door he's evidently jambed shut. Sometimes, you really do wish he where less fickle.

'I brought you food...' Your voice is low, sweet in the back of your throat as you edge into the room and spot him laying on his bunk.

'You didn't come down for dinner.'

Sero grunts, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. 'I'm not hungry.'

'Hanta... You can't keep doing this to yourself. You've barely a week of starvation in you and we're coming up on day three.'

'Just leave me.'

'Listen, I know -.'

'Know?' He sits up then, eyes burning as he fights the tick in his jaw.

'Please. Tell me what you fucking know...' Tongue licking at his back teeth he growls, spitting his words at your feet. 'You're probably loving this, aren't you? She's gone. I'm as good as bloody kept now, aren't I.'

'I don't.'

'Don't act stupid, Dearest.' He coos, but there's no fondness in his tone. 'I know how you look at me. Gods, if I all, but stretched out here and welcomed you to bed I bet you'd ride me out of sheer desperation while I laid back and thought of her.' A murky laugh bubbles in his throat as he cocks his head to one side, legs spreading in mocking invitation. 'That brother of mine seems to enjoy sharing his pallet with you often enough, maybe you're in want for a change of cock.'

Cocking your hip, you dig a fist into the fat there. Your nails dig into your palm, carving out raw half-cresents in the skin. 'Have you finished?'

'Ha. Have you been practicing that? If I'm inclined to forget half of my life, you're almost a semi-decent imitation.'

'I know you're hurting, Hanta. All's I'm asking is that you -.'

'You really shouldn't try so hard, y'know... To be her. Take it from a mummer himself, you'll never come close to the real thing.'

'I'm not trying to be her. It's you who wants that, Hanta. Not me. If she where me, she'd be the one stood here trying to stop you from starving yourself to death like a pathetic divorcee and I'd be off somewhere else doing God only fucking knows what...' You collect yourself, if only just and place the bowl on the floor at your feet. 'Now eat. One good meal won't get in the way of you being love-sick.'

Turning on your heel, you bite your lip. It's all you can do to stop the tears. The marks on your palm sting, but even that is a dull comparison to the claw marks now inflicted across your heart. You've barely reached the bottom step when you hear it, a scuffling that gets your hopes up, before a loud bang shatters them once more. You don't bother to hear what is muttered in the dark after it, you don't care to know.

'He's a mean bastard...' You whisper to yourself, violently clearing your face before stepping foot back in the kitchen.

Shinso is still there where you left him, a pile of newly clean plates by his side.

'Sorry for abandoning the chores.' You force a smile, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you prepare to dip them into the sink. Shinso just chuckles. He dips a new plate into the water and hisses.

'S'nothing. He still acting like a kicked puppy?'

''fraid so... Matter of fact.' Pulling your hands back before they hit water, you pluck another bowl from the cupboard and set about spooning out another helping of soup from the pot still bubbling on the stove. 'Would you mind taking him up another dish? He won't take anything from me and I'm pretty sure I heard him toss the last down the stairs. I'm rather hoping you'll have more luck.' Once the bowl is full, you slip it onto the table and reach for a loaf of bread.

Cracking it in half, you lay it on a plate. 'I'll finish up here.'

'I -.' Shinso sighs, wiping his hands on a chequered rag.

'It's fine, really.'

There it is, that forced smile again. Shinso chews the inside of his mouth.

'We're already a hand down tonight, what's one more? It's been a while since I've had the kitchen to myself.'

'As his brother, it pains me to say this, but he really isn't worth half of the trouble.' He takes the dishes from the table and cocks an eyebrow at you as you busy yourself with the ones already in the sink.

You laugh, snorting before shooting Shinso an equally as amused look. 'Says the man who routinely puts himself in harms way for said brother.'

'That's different.' He deadpans. 'He's never picked up a habit of making me cry.'

You drop the dish in your hands. 'I'm not -.'

Now, it's Shinso's turn to snort. 'I know how long it takes to get from here to his room and back again and you where about ten minutes too long, even with all the vile things I can guess he spat at you. Plus...' He reaches up and smooths his knuckles across the curve of your cheekbone. 'Your cheeks are red.'

'I -.'

'I'll take him the soup, but I'm doing it for you. He could starve for a week longer for all I care.'

'Thank you, 'Toshi.'

'You're one of us. We look after our own...' He grinds his teeth, tipping his head. 'Or at least, we're supposed to.'

Sero rolls his eyes as soon as soon as the door is kicked open. He's laid back on his bunk, arms folded underneath his head, eyes trained carefully on one particularly large spot of mould on the ceiling. 'Just because a different man holds the spoon, doesn't mean I'm more likely to eat'

Not bothering to pause, Shinso marches across the room in barely two strides. 'Just as well I haven't brought you a spoon then, isn't it?' He tips the bowl onto Sero's exposed stomach.

Sero yells, scolded.

'You, Sero Hanta, are the biggest cock I've ever fucking met.'

Wincing through the radiating burn, Sero manages to huff out a cocky snort. 'Why, thank you.'

'She's just trying to help'

'Well I don't fucking need it.' Reaching under his bed, Sero snatches up his discarded nightshirt to clean the spill from his skin. 'Nor, do I need you soiling my bed clothes.'

'Be glad it's just soup.'

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced again by his brothers glare.

'You break her little heart twice a day and she doesn't trouble you with it and yet, every time Cam runs off – somehow it's her that bares the brunt.' Shinso folds his arms across his chest. 'She's a nice girl, Hanta... She's family.'

'Ah, so you are fucking her after all.' He chuffs. 'What is it? Jealous she's still got a taste for my cock?'

A growl builds in the back of Shinso's throat, the muscle in his jaw flaring as he grinds his teeth. 'I'm going to pretend to have misheard what you're attempting to insinuate for your own fucking good... Get a grip of yourself before I have to knock some sense into your myself.'

'Consider me fully scolded.' Sero clicks his tongue. 'Is that all you came here to do?'

'She's done your half of the washing and made preparations for tomorrow night; thought you could do with a few nights off. So you can mope here all week for all anyone gives a shit.'

Sero sits up at that, his eyes wide. 'She's supposed to be doing the first touch tomorrow -.'

'And she's still offered to do your half of the choring... ' Shaking his head, Shinso sighs. 'She's more than you deserve. That's for damn sure. Without her, we'd fall apart.'

Sero pauses. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. 'Is there anymore soup?'

'Yeah.' Shinso chuckles, gesturing the bed. 'In a puddle on your blanket by the look of it... If you want a fresh bowl, you'll have to get it yourself.' He strides off towards the door, but stops at the door to turn back over his shoulder. 'And you best be as gracious as a fucking priest when you do.'

The water is scolding your hands. Your wrists have vanished, lost below the soapy bubbles as you fish for the last bits of cutlery lost in the sink. Behind you, the stairs creek making the muscles of your back tense even as you try to keep your shoulders relaxed. Maybe it's the years you've lived together, or the fact that your heart skips a beat each time you hear him, but there's no mistaking the foot falls for anyone other than Sero Hanta.

He appears, shirtless, at the foot of the stairs, but doesn't press into the kitchen.

You ignore him. Focusing instead on the burning of your hands as you pluck a fork from the water and begin to clean it.

Sero clears his throat.

Still, you clean.

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the stove. Lifting the lid of the pot, he inhales through the steam that leaps from inside. 'Do you mind if I -.'

Turning, you absently pass him a bowl. 'There's still some clean spoons in the draw.'

'Thank you.'

You nod.

Spooning a decent helping of soup into a bowl, Sero takes his time choosing a spoon. It's mindless work, a waste of time as his mind whirrs – trying frantically to come up with something, anything to say to you.

The thing is, Shinso's right. You are more than he deserves and then some, but he's never been good with sweet things. That's why him and Cammie work so well.

They don't.

With you, there would be the possibility of a future. One that involves a quiet life, without crimes and games, a small house and weekly breakfasts with Bakugo and Kirishima, fuck... Children, a pretty little stone shining on your delicate finger.

He could give you all of that, but he can't give you what he knows you really crave.

He doesn't turn around when he speaks, instead, he hangs his head and talks to cream of his soup. 'You know I wish it were different...'

'It isn't that hard not to be a cunt, Hanta.'

'You know what I mean.' He winces.

You chuckle, but its a cruel noise that trickles off of your lips. 'So what is it? You wish I didn't yearn for your affections, or that you loved me like you love her?'

'Yes, well...'

Yanking your hands from the water, you splay your palms on the cold surface beside the sink. You're used to this, the numbness that so often overtakes you. The knowledge of your unrequited affection is like a balm, a prickling salve that serves not to sooth, but to prolong your suffering.

If you were able to let go, you would have, but you've loved him since you first laid eyes on him all those years ago when two scared children had come together for scarce more than survival.

'I sound bitter, I didn't mean -.'

He chuckles. 'You did. It's okay. I think that might be the normal thing.'

'What?'

'To hate me. To, to -.'

Your eyebrows furrow, your heart giving out in your chest as you consider a world in which his assumption might me true. 'I don't hate you.'

Turning finally, Sero leans back against the wooden surface of the kitchen counter. He licks his lips. 'You should.'

You lift your head, twisting until you can look at him.

At first glance, you'd be forgiven to think that his eyes were black, but on closer inspection, or under the right light, the faint, deep chocolate of his iris' shimmer – soaking up the light around each of his blown pupils. Now, with them trained on you, you're allowed to bask until you lose your nerve. Dropping your gaze, you tangle your fingers with one another. 'I could never.'

A sadness washes over him. 'You'd be better off finding refuge under Kaminari or Monoma.'

'Hardly a satisfactory refuge...' You chuckle, letting the noise lighten your mood.

He shares in your laughter, before allowing the sound to die on the back of his throat. Turning back to the counter, he palms the bowl of soup and slips a spoon into his pocket.

In two short steps he stops in front of you. His spare hand reaches out, curling around your shoulder. The tips of his fingers dig gently into the flesh and muscle covering your shoulder blade as his thumb smooths over the dip of your collarbone: caressing. Your skin blooms for him, heat rising through you as you allow yourself to think of all the other touches he could gift you, but any further thought is silenced as the gentle press of his lips touches to your forehead. Lingering, his lips hover barely a millimetre above his kiss.

'You deserve better than me.' He whispers it into your hair line before stepping away.

You feel the chill of him leaving, feeling an odd sense of abandonment and longing settle bone deep inside of you as he crosses back across the kitchen, towards the stairs. He's talking, but you don't quite register the words, not even as he calls your name.

'Forget the touch tomorrow. We'll scrap the job. It was a terrible plan anyway...' He hums. 'I think I should take some time away, let Bakugo and Shinso handle things for a while, maybe.'

He's gone, almost at his room, you'd guess by the time you leave your trance. Your fingertips find his kiss, touch gently against the skin there and feel the warmth of his lips as it slips, absorbed by your skin.

You smile.

He might not be able to give you what you want, what you crave. But, you'll always have this.

A singular, sorrow-filled kiss.

-> Masterlist

[dira333]

Sick and tired of you - Sero x Reader

Roommates to lovers to strangers - Angst

Might get a part two if there's demand for that

The coughing fit from next door is so loud, it makes you flinch. 

You’ve been hiding in your room for hours now, ignoring your growling stomach and the sounds of your roommate. You should have known that it would be your bladder dragging you out.

If only Sero would stay in his room when he’s sick.

But no. He likes to be babied when he’s healthy, but he craves for it when his body shuts down.

You huff, pressing your face into your pillows once more, hoping against hope that your bladder will play along for once.

It used to be different, just a week ago.

- - -

“I’m home.” You call from the door, kicking your shoes from your feet.

“Dinner isn’t ready yet!” Sero yells back. “Don’t come in the kitchen. It’s a surprise.”

“Let me guess.” You sniff as you hang up your jacket. “Burned eggs over soggy rice?”

“Nooo!” He whines, laughing. “I’ve gotten better! I promise.”

You turn the corner, still fighting with the rice, to find him at the stove. It does smell like he burnt something, but there’s also the distinct smell of something good.

“Did Bakugo finally let you in on his secret recipes?” You ask and Sero jumps at your closeness, slapping your arm with his spatula when you try to step closer.

“I told you to stay out of it.” He hisses. “Why do you spoil every surprise?”

You peek over his shoulder, spotting slightly burnt meat and the perfectly golden shine of scrambled eggs.

“Oh, Katsudon!” You smile and press your face against Sero’s shoulder as a form of greeting and apology at the same time. He deflates.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He huffs, and you laugh. “You know I hate surprises!”

.

“Hey, I’m going over to Kaminari,” Sero calls out from his bedroom. “Do you wanna come with?”

“Nah, I’m good.” You turn a page in your book and curl around your hot water bottle. “I’m going to stay here and bleed.”

“Gross.” He stops above you, bending over in a way that shouldn’t be possible until he grins at you upside down. “There’s some chocolate in the kitchen.”

You make grabby hands, and he laughs.

“You have healthy feet. Get up and get it yourself.”

“Noooo.” You whine. “I’m bleeding. I can’t move.”

He rolls his eyes but moves. When he comes back with the chocolate, he leans over you again, this time to grab your face and squish your cheeks.

“Wht r u doin?” You ask, barely able to form the words.

“You’re a little Chipmunk.” He jokes. squeezing your cheeks once more before letting go. 

“Anything I shall tell the boys from you?”

“Tell Kiri he’s looking good.” You giggle. It’s an ongoing joke between you and Kirishima, mostly because it makes Bakugo mad like hell. Sero’s nose crinkles. He’s not too fond of the joke either, but he enjoys riling Bakugo up just as much as you do.

“Anything else?”

He lingers for a moment and you wonder why. Did you forget any important dates? But you come up with nothing and wave at him. 

“Have fun snookieplum!”

“Will do, stinkyfoot!”

- - -

You roll over in bed, flinching yet again when Sero coughs loudly. 

God, he sounds awful.

Hiding away from him for a week hasn’t changed much it seems, because all you want to do is get out of your room and into his lap. Let him drape himself over you like the big baby he is and rub his back when he coughs.

Cook him soup instead of waiting for him to burn water - again.

.

You try to remember how it was when you moved in. 

Was it as awkward back then? When you barely knew Sero?

In your mind, you can barely remember those days. 

It feels like you fell into an easy rhythm the moment you stepped inside his apartment.

Just like you can’t say when you went from friends to loving him, you can’t tell when you went from strangers to friends.

And now you’re back to strangers.

One traitorous tear leaves your eye and you sniff, rubbing your face to keep yourself from crying.

You’ve done enough of that already.

If only you hadn’t heard what you’ve heard.

If only you could turn back time and be oblivious again.

- - -

Despite the fact that Kaminari works as a Hero - successfully - he is as dumb as bread.

It’s a miracle no one has broken into his apartment yet, with the way he hides his emergency key right under the flimsy doormat that’s so thin, you can see the key peaking out.

As soon as you scared the crap out of him, you will teach him some street skills.

Just as you’ve expected, there’s another voice coming from the kitchen.

Sero had mentioned he’d drop in at Kaminari’s after patrol. You’d conveniently left out of the conversation that your shift ended earlier today too, deciding to get them back for putting glitter into your conditioner last week.

“What about Y/N?” Kaminari asks just as you grab the doorframe, preparing to launch yourself into the room with a shriek that could rival a banshee.

You stop at the call of your name, suddenly curious about what they’re talking about.

Maybe, just maybe, this could give you the information you need to confess.

“No.” There’s something weird in Sero’s voice, something you’ve heard before but can’t pinpoint. “Not Y/N.”

“Why?” Kaminari sounds clearly surprised. “Everyone can see that she’s into you.”

Your face burns, your prank completely forgotten.

Have you really been that obvious?

“Good one,” Sero scoffs. “In your dreams.”

“Oh come on.” Kaminari teases. “It’s not you to be so insecure. Besides, you like her too, right? We can tell.”

“I’m just friendly,” Sero defends himself, voice suddenly sharper than you’re used to. “I’m not interested in every girl I’m friendly with.”

Blood rushes in your ears so loud it feels like you’re holding a seashell against your ear.

You creep back out, unable to tell if you’re actually quiet or just too stunned to hear yourself.

Yeah. You did hear something important. You’d just rather not have heard it.

- - -

When you open the door of your room, Sero immediately perks up.

You ignore him and shuffle toward the bathroom, eager to empty your bladder.

Now that you’re out, it’s best to get some snacks and drinks, enough to last you through the rest of the evening.

The less time you spend outside of your room, the better.

“Hey!” Sero calls out the moment you’re out of the bathroom. “What are you doing?”

“Getting something to eat.” You explain curtly, careful to look over his head.

“Can you get me some?”

“Sure.” You press through your teeth. “What do you want?”

“You.”

You glare at him and he blinks in surprise. It’s probably the first time this joke has failed him.

“Very funny.” You grind out. “I can make you some Ramen if you’re hungry.”

“What’s going on with you?” Sero snaps instead. “Why are you so pissy?”

“I’m not pissy.” You snap back, definitely sounding pissy now. You slam down the electric cattle, flick the switch and hide in the fridge, staring at the ice cream in the hopes of Sero leaving it be. 

You can hear him shuffle around until he’s standing right on the other side of the fridge, staring holes into the door. You can only see his legs, want to chide him for wearing shorts when he’s clearly sick but you bite your tongue.

“Did I do something?” He asks, his voice hoarse from his cough, but also a little pathetic. It nips at your heart.

“No, no. Everything’s fine.”

“Clearly not. Look if anything happened-”

“I said it’s fine.” You hiss and he steps back from the fridge in shock. 

It’s probably not a good thing but there’s a sick satisfaction in watching him recoil just as much as you did a week ago.

You slam the fridge shut, the short-lived kick already running out.

“You should stay in your room when you’re sick.”

“I never stay in my room when I’m sick.” He argues back and you nod. 

“Exactly. Have some common courtesy.” And then, because it feels weirdly good to be awful, you add: “Be a man. Treat others with respect.”

Sero’s already pale face loses every ounce of color. 

For months, Sero had seemed almost jealous of Kirishima. There had been comments, still harmless but a little out of place when you came back from working with the redhead. Weird looks when you and Kirishima had another inside joke - born from working at the same agency. 

Some part of you had wanted to believe that it might have been you he was jealous about. 

But maybe he was just insecure about himself. 

Still, this had been a low blow from you, his face enough to leave you scrambling, mouth already open to apologizing when he shut his own with an audible click, only to spin around and stomp away.

His bedroom door slams shut, leaving you behind. The kettle behind you signals that your water is done, but you’re no longer hungry. 

You know how this is going to turn out.

The apartment is in Sero’s name. You’ll have to move out. 

You could move in with Kirishima, he and Bakugo still haven’t decided if they want to upgrade the tiny third bedroom into a fitness room or leave it for guests.

But that would leave you in constant contact with Sero and knowing your heart, you won’t be able to survive that.

Just a week ago you’d been in this kitchen, thinking that it would only take a confession to turn the two of you from friends to lovers.

Now it seemed like not even an apology could turn the two of you into friends again.

[sokka-simp]

Can’t You See

Sero x reader x Denki

A/N: not me literally never having written for Sero except for headcanons 😳🤚🏼

This is inspired by the song Gossamer, by Fashion Jackson. You should listen to it, it’s pretty good.

Updated A/N I'm still cleaning out my drafts, so this is pretty old but I updated it a little bit and figured I'd just post it

Angst

Warnings: cheating, implied sex, suggestive content, underage drinking

You make me feel like I’m going crazy

You remember the first time Sero came up to you and asked for something more than a friendship. He followed you to the bathroom, to talk privately at a party, and said all sorts of things that made butterflies swirl in your stomach. Things no one else ever said to you. Things that made you forget about everyone but him.

I think you’re cool and all

He kept saying all the things he'd always wanted to say, and this time he wasn’t held back by common sense. Alcohol was running through both your systems causing you both to forgot about your boyfriend, and one of his best friends, Denki Kaminari. And deep down you knew you should have, could have, stopped the conversation and went to Kami, but Sero was so perfect, sweet and fucking hot. All the hidden feelings you harbored for him were enhanced by the unknown drink in your red solo cup.

But I have a boyfriend

.....We can still sleep together on the weekends

Then it started, right there in the bathroom. You jumped to each other, hungry looks in your eyes. Your legs were wrapped around Sero’s waist and your fingers were tugging his hair, causing small grunts of pleasure to fall from his working lips. His back was to the wall and one of his hands roamed your body, grabbing at everything from your chest to your hips to your hair. His other hand supported your ass, groping it from time to time. The kiss was feverish and hungry, you were eating at each other like it was the last meal you would ever have. Lips attached to lips. Lips attached to skin. It was a flurry of unrelenting movement, enhanced by lust and liquor.

When it was over and you reluctantly jumped down from your spot on Sero’s hips, a small pang of guilt ran through your body, rushing through the barrier of alcohol clouding your mind. You looked at yourself in the mirror and the guilt became stronger. Your lips were swollen and your eyes looked lust-blown. Your shirt was hitched up to give Sero access to your body, and the hickeys along your neck were already dark shades of purple. But then you looked to Sero, his eyes full of lust, and happiness. His hair was messy from the constant tugging and he had small hickeys along his jawline. He was breathing out harshly, drawing in air through his swollen pretty lips. And the guilt went away because he was just so perfect.

This went on for months. You would sneak away from class, your dorm, your friends, Kami. You would drop everything for Sero. The thrashing bodies and hungry lips. The rough squeezes and unrelenting grinding. The sweat and heat coming from both your bodies. The hickeys lining your torso in secretive spots. The scratch marks trailing down his back. How he would tease you and you would tease back. How you would tug his hair and whines of pleasure would float past his lips. How he would suck your inner thighs and how you would thrash around him, crying for more. The yearning for him was overwhelming and you always succumbed to the need.

But when it was over and you trekked back to your dorm, guilt ran through you in waves. Denki was perfect, too. He was energetic, funny, sweet, everything someone would want. But he wasn’t Sero. You didn’t feel the love you thought you felt for him anymore. And that made the guilt worse. You knew you should stop seeing Sero. You knew you should go back to Denki. That you should tell him and spare him the pain of finding out some other way. But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to see his hurt eyes and crushed expression. You didn’t want to lose him. At least not yet.

And that’s where you went wrong.

You and Sero were back in your dorm. You were in his lap, grinding down on his clothed dick. Grunts of pleasure and want falling from his lips and soft moans slipping through yours. His hands grabbed at your hips and yours sucked his neck and bit at his ears. It was like every other time; your favorite activity.

“Hey, baby” Denki started, energetic as always, but his voice grew quiet as he took in the sight in front of him. “...y/n?”

You grew rigid in Sero’s lap and small tears immediately welled in your eyes. Your heart broke at the pain and disbelief in his voice. No. No. I’m so dumb. I should have stopped this. I should have told him. Your mind was racing; you had no idea what to do. You heard Denki begin to softly sniffle and all you wanted to do was comfort him, but you did this to him in the first place.

You slowly got out of Sero’s lap and turned to face him. The sight in front of you was unbearable. His eyes were full of sadness, and betrayal. Tears were welling in his eyes, brimming on the rims of his eyes, and he made no move to wipe them away. You kept your head down, not wanting to look at the image you created.

“Why?” His voice choked with tears. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. Instead, you watched your shaking hands, avoiding Denki’s hurt gaze. At one point you looked to Sero for help, but noticed his tear-filled, guilty eyes instead, and Denki let out a sharp breath. “Why?” He said louder, drawing back your attention.

“I-I,” your voice was caught in your throat. What do you say? What do you do? Your hand itched for Sero's, for the support he always brings you. The urge brings your eyes back to Sero’s.

Can’t you see that you’re the only one

“Stop looking at him.” Hurt was laced throughout Denki’s voice and you flinched at his tone, so unlike his usual, upbeat attitude. “Can’t you see that you’re the only one? Can’t you see how much I love you? So why?” His tears were falling now, fast and heavy, causing his voice to choke up even more.

“Kami, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re not sorry for cheating, you’re just sorry for me finding out.” He paused, waiting for you to deny his claims, waiting for you to exclaim your love for him. But you didn’t. “Do you even love me?”

You turned away at the question and a sob left Denki’s throat.

I just wanna be your only one

“I just wanna be your only one! Don’t you know that! I love you! I’m so stupid, I should have known.” His sobs grew louder and were now followed by harsh laughs. They hurt worse than each tear, filled with nothing but hurt and betrayal.

“Kami, please. I’m so sorry. I did love you.” You paused at your use of past tense. He noticed and tensed up before turning to leave. “No. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry. Kami, I don’t know what to do. I love you.” Your tears were coming down faster. How do you fix this? How are the others going to react? What’s going to happen next?

A sharp, pained laugh left his throat at your words and he kept going, walking out through the door with shaking shoulders and heart-wrenching sobs, not even bothering to close the door. You sunk to the floor, arms wrapped around your knees, eyes pressed into them. You did this to him, and there’s no way to fix it. You heard Sero get up through your tears; he crouched next to you and you lifted your head. A sad smile crossed his face and it turned to a grimace before he gets up to leave.

“Wait, you're leaving, too?” Your voice came out hoarse and confused.

“Goodbye, Y/N. We both know it’s wrong for me to stay. We never should have done this, I’m so sorry.” He said, tears falling from his guilt-ridden eyes.

Another sob left your throat, and you didn’t bother to respond. This was all your fault. You don’t deserve either of them, even if Sero was in the wrong too, you would only end up hurting him. Your head sunk back to your knees and Sero left, his final goodbye being the shutting of your door. You were alone. Denki is alone. Sero is alone. And it’s all your fault.

After everything is said and done, and we both have no-one

A/N I added in some edits but I just did a quick skim proofread so ignore any typos or anything