(taps mic)
i would like to talk about all the muscle sero must have from maneuvering with his quirk. man is fucking ripped.
( clears throat )
because sero hanta is literally the most beautiful man on the planet period ??
the way his abs would ripple and his arms would flex from doing a simple action of just lifting his shirt— it’s making me dizzy. the worst thing about it is, hanta would know just how ripped he is, doing everything in his power to make you aware of it too.
stripping in front of you, using his quirk for stupid reasons just to get your attention— every time sero revels in the way you clam up and your eyes dip to his chest or his toned abdomen or his arms, his slender waist as he moves. he knows. playing with you like a cat with a ball of yarn until al you can think about is having him pressed up against you, your nails raking his tanned skin and washboard abs. he’d get you so fucking whipped to the point where you now your head when he walks in a room to avoid embarrassing yourself.
eventually, sero would just have enough of you avoiding him, desperate to see the way you choke and splutter over your words when he pulls you in by the waist— heavily muscled arms curling around your form and a thick finger tilting your head to look at him. “keep your eyes on me, angel, i know you enjoy the view.”