#sero roleplay

[call-me-cellophane]

Are they seriously making me wear a cast? On both my arms? I can’t do shit in this economy

[missulena-has-you-trapped]

Missulena had just gotten to a safe spot, which meant that he was finally able to let his guard down. It was never often that he was able to let his guard down, but he learned all the spots that would let him just take a break. He’s never been one to overuse a spot, just staying in a safe haven for a day or two.

This particular time felt different. He had let his guard down just hours before when he was talking to Ingenium. It was weird to be not anxious in the prescence of a hero, but he did it, and man was it nice. The only issue with seeing a hero is that Missulena isn’t able to take off the mask. But his safe havens allow him to. And that is exactly what he did when he dropped by.

He took off his helmet to finally get a breath of fresh air, knowing that no one would be near to see his face. When he inspected his it, he only noticed that his visor was dirty. Easy fix. Swinging through the city meant that the visor was covered in bits of bugs and specks of debris, but he had learned how to clean that.

He sat down by himself, humming a tune as he cleaned.

That was until his cleaning was interrupted. Of course it was interrupted. He was caught off guard by the sudden noise of his “bunker” getting broken into and by heroes yelling. Lots of yelling. Lots of force. Very little time to do anything.

So, he did the best he could and tried to get out of there. It took a mild fight, but the moment he broke free, he swung as far as he could.

And then he waited on a building some few blocks away. He needed his helmet if he wanted to face the heroes, but his safe haven was taken over by heroes and he would rather not have them see his face.

He’d have to wait

[wrapped-up-in-cellophane]

Drooling through the bars of my enclosure

[call-me-cellophane]

You know, with how many times I have burned myself cooking, you’d think I would learn

[call-me-cellophane]

There were four loud knocks on Sero's door. They were sharp, the kind that promised nothing good on the other side. After a moment, they were followed by four softer ones, as if asking permission, rather than demanding to be let in.

(CW for gore/injury, let's just get that out of the way) @glass-toys

The knocks on the door surprised Sero. They didn’t sound like any of his friends. They already had keys and most of them were known to barge in without notice (except for Bakugou, who would give notice and then barge in).

Sero opened the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side.

[call-me-cellophane]

It’s a Liopleurodon, Charlie

[call-me-cellophane]

A freshly organised closet was one of the things that Sero was glad to have. It meant finally having clothing in the right places, finally managing the loads of clothes that they had anticipated to have. What they did not anticipate was the clothing they could have sworn they had gotten rid of suddenly appearing, so to speak, in their closet.

While sifting through the hangers in the closet, they took notice of a dress. It was something they had picked out with Kaminari and Ashido. It was purely for fun. They wore it out once, to some club, and never again. It was one of those things that he thought he had gotten rid of. A one-off outfit that they donated to someone a month or two later.

Apparently not.

He was intrigued by it. And that intrigue left them curious. And curiosity got the better of him.

Putting it on wouldn’t cause any harm. They knew that. If they didn’t like it, they could take it off, donate it, and never think about it again.

So they did. And it flattered them more than they could have expected.

It was sleek, a black expanse over scarred skin. The skirt was long, reaching down to their ankles. They would require heels if they wanted to actually wear this out. He liked the neckline of the dress, covering his chest more than enough to keep him comfortable.

The most surprising thing of the dress was the two slits running up to his mid thigh. It was something Sero had no memory of, but he didn’t even remember the dress until he saw its hanger, so that didn’t say much.

Maybe he could wear this out on a date.

[call-me-cellophane]

Kaminari hadn't really thought much about what he was doing. He made soup to bring with him in some tupperware, because of course he had, and drove to Sero's place. He hadn't seen his friend in awhile, he knew about the attack and that he was in a hospital a few days ago, but he hadn't stopped by due to simply forgetting.

He went to the door of Sero's apartment and noticed a small bit of blood on the frame. He knew Sero got hurt alot and that's ignoring villain that was after him, so he didn't think much of it and used the key Sero gave him awhile ago to come in.

Yo Hanta! I brought you some soup! Apparently it's called cellphone noodle soup! At least that's one of it's names.

He called out to make sure he was heard from any room and closed the door behind him.

@stungunhero-chargebolt

Sero would have been pacing around the house was it not for the pain lingering in their legs and torso. And just the general pain. They had initially done a once over of their home, only to find that the villain had left.

It should have been expected, but it did hurt. Just a bit. But Sero had a few more things to worry about.

Namely the loud blond who was calling for him

Denki! I'm here! Uh... bedroom. Soup sounds great though!!