"SEROOOOO!" there's nothing following for a full beat until a red blur suddenly rushes at the birthday boy full speed and crashing right into him. grin that's not nearly apologetic enough in place, kirishima offers out a gift bag. "happy birthday man!" inside would be a hoodie with a similar pattern to sero's hammock, and a spiderman beanie that totally doubled as a ski mask.
sero is mid- saunter through the dormitory when he hears the call and he halts abruptly, ears twitching in time with the goosebumps that raise all throughout him.
danger incoming.
there’s no real time to do anything with this intuition ( not much good to have a sense for that if it’s inevitable doom, huh? ) before he’s going down and he’s going hard – his back meets the floor and he’s thoroughly tackled by the most powerful display of friendship of the likes that he’s ever seen.
not that anything less should be expected from kirishima, though.
one blink, two blinks, three beats of processing pass all together before he starts mirroring his friend’s grin and he throws his head back in boisterous, straight from the pit-of-ya-belly laughter. ❝ ...aaaand red riot sticks the landing -- the crowd goes wiiiild! ❞ bsero’s cheeks burn bright red as he shifts them both upright, hands holding his friend’s elbows until they’re both sat properly on the ground.
sero’s grin transforms from amusement to sheepish gratitude as he goes to open it and he almost starts to say something along the lines of oh, you shouldn’t have! but ultimately says no such thing, because what he finds is so delightful that he can’t ( and won’t ) contain the excitement that immediately tacks itself on his face.
the first thing he does with the beanie is pull it over his face, spiderman mask in tact. ❝ DUDE! check me out! i’m like... the tape-spider-man! what if i had like, eight tapes? or... eight more elbows? i’ll have to talk to sensei about working something like that out. thanks, man! ❞