𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
(𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑥𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)
Word count: 1090
It'd been a long day. Not like most of your other long days, though. There was no altercation at the supermarket, no family drama, no babysitting... so why was today so long? Why did your day feel drawn out? The answer could have been simple, but sadly for you, it was far from it.
After high school, you made the wise decision to bunk with Hanta Sero. He was funny, for the most part respectful, and paid rent on time. The perfect roommate! Except... things hadn't been normal between the two of you recently. Sero was avoiding you. He wouldn't come out of his room often, nor would he greet you when he did. It was unlike the usual happy-go-lucky guy you knew. And now? On your way home? A text on your phone had you stressed half to death.
"We need to talk," It read.
Of course, he'd use the most intimidating sentence he could! Whether he knew it or not, that sentence sent you straight home. You cared for Sero, and if there was something he needed to get off of his chest? Well, you would just have to listen.
The moment was finally here. You stepped up to the apartment, bags in hand, and opened the door with your key. When you stepped inside everything looked remotely normal. The living room was just about how you'd left it, the kitchen was still clean, and the lights were on. Wait- the lights were on? You knew you'd turned them off, so this meant Sero had to have left his room while you were gone. Progress!
"I'm home!" You called, to no avail. It was quiet. Too quiet... you were suspicious.
You sat your bags down on the kitchen counter and snooped around. Something of a gut feeling told you to be quiet. What if something bad had happened? Unlikely, but not impossible. You continued to look around the kitchen, then the dining room, and finally you approached the open living space. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Quite the contrast from an urgent 'we need to talk' beckoning call.
"Sero, please. If you'd just come out we can-" Can what? Who knows, really; because your words failed to proceed after a certain someone came falling from the ceiling, wrapped in white tape. Sero! He made a hero-like entrance. Or, at least that's what he thought he did. In reality, he just scared the life out of you for a moment.
"Good evening, Y/N." He smiled as if you hadn't jumped straight out of your shoes when you saw him and shot you a thumbs up... or was it down?
"Sero... why?" You couldn't be mad. It was impossible. Whatever ridiculous sight was in front of you was too comedic to be upset with. Instead, you brushed it off and regained your footing, approaching the upside-down safety hazard of a man.
"Honestly?" Sero's smile grew slightly nervous. "I've been practicing this for a while now." He chuckled awkwardly.
"Practicing what exactly?" You asked, intrigued. Who wouldn't be? This was a scene straight out of a movie- literally.
"I watched something last week and it worked for the main character, so I thought to try it here." He cheesed again. Sero sounded proud of himself, and the last thing you'd want to do is upset the friend you hadn't seen in a week, so you just laughed it off.
"Last week? Is that why you've been avoiding me?" Your concern was showing, which confused Sero.
"Avoiding you? I wasn't- Oh!" His cheeks flushed red, embarrassed. "I just... didn't want to spoil it for you." It was cute. Confusing, but cute.
"So you weren't trying to stay away from me?" You turned to sit on the couch after you'd asked, but were quickly turned back around. It startled you at first but wasn't aggressive. Just a tug in the right direction.
"...Rather the opposite." He replied. Was his head not hurting from being upside down? It'd been at least two minutes.
"Sero, can you come down?" You asked, not quite picking up on the vibe he was trying to set. Sero wasn't oblivious to your ignorance but continued anyway.
"I will, but only if you let me get this scene right."
"What scene? Come on down. You'll hurt yourself." You insisted. 'Scene' you thought for a moment about what scene he could be referring to, then it hit. Sero was a huge Spider-Man fan. It made sense that he'd want to... recreate... the... oh, God.
With a gulp you stepped forward. If it would get him to stop the nonsense, of course you'd help him act out his current fixation! But, did a part of you want to? Was this something you wanted to happen for different reasons? Your cheeks heated, and your face must've shown your thought process, because Sero chuckled again.
"Would you like to help me practice next time?" He teased but his voice was shaken. He was nervous. Was he flirting?
"Well- would you want me to?" Moment of truth. The room fell silent. It was a contemplative silence.
"I think that'd be great, Y/N." He smiled, reaching a hand out to touch your cheek. Maybe he did need practice, because he almost missed. Laughing it off, Sero managed to slide his hand down your face successfully and lift your chin towards him. Your stomach knotted.
Sero had turned bright red by now. Maybe he was just like Spider-Man! Regardless, he wasted little to no time pulling your face right up to his. Merely an inch sat between you and Sero. Somehow he'd figured out the perfect length to dangle from, because his mouth laid just in line with your own. It was now or never.
He drew you closer slowly, giving you ample time to back away. You didn't. Instead, you crept closer on your own and soon your lips were touching. You did it! You kissed Hanta Sero. And... you were still kissing Hanta Sero... that lasted a while. It stopped abruptly when a cracking noise from the ceiling alerted him that it was time to come down. He pulled away and got down, removing his tape from the structure of your home without causing significant damage.
Now all that sat with the two of you was the elephant in the room. There may have been emotion behind that scene's recreation. Needless to say, his text was right. You did need to talk.
