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Sero Hanta had been dating you for a few months now. You had never wanted to love him. He was so obnoxiously handsome. You always hated seeing the men in magazines- all muscles and strong jawlines and power- you wanted to see a diverse representation of masculinity. Soft features and gentle attitudes and calm demeanours as well as the coarse rough ones. But alas, Sero was so stereotypically attractive and you were lured into him. He was absolutely gorgeous, and he had chosen you. Normally, a 6/10 ends up with another 6, but somehow this six got a solid 10. Gosh, how you could rant about him. His eyes were like melted chocolate and--
Shit, were those footsteps? You could hear people in the corridor, stopping outside his dorm room. Thank goodness the door was closed; no one knew about your relationship- Sero was worried that Bakugo would have some brash overreaction if he found out. You should've expected someone to walk past, it was nighttime and students were free to wander whatever they desired. You had learnt long ago that if the light was left on, the people would stay in the corridor; there was nothing to prompt them to move along. As you stood to turn the light off, Sero grabbed your sleeve and pulled you back down to him. He was clingy, and he knew it. With a quick peck on the lips, you took his moment of fluster to turn the light off.
Now that you were submerged in total darkness, the voices outside the room trailed off. Your foot brushed the edge of his bed as you sat back down next to Sero. He tilted his head towards you. You would almost be inclined to shave off his luscious hair and turn it into a wig for yourself, if he didn't let you rake your hands through it. You wiggled your fingers into his scalp, making sure to avoid his hairtie, and he gave you a groan in reply.
“So, what did you want... mi amor?” you asked. Hopefully you had remembered that correctly, otherwise you would have some explaining to do.
He raised his eyebrows at you. “Mi amor? Did you learn Spanish for me?” A cocky smile formed, and you melted in its presence. “No one’s ever done that for me before.” Sero pressed a kiss to your forehead in appreciation. His breath smelt sweet and sugary... was that marshmallows? You leant a bit too far forward, and tipped the boy over, onto his back. You both giggled, and you nudged your head into his neck.
“Is this okay?” he said, gesturing to your shirt. You weren’t going to do anything too serious yet, you were still teenagers and had previously agreed on nothing more than kisses down to the shoulders. Still, it meant a lot that he asked if you were okay with it. He was being really gentle today, almost suspiciously so. What had the dumbass done this time? It would take him some convincing, but without knowing what was going on, you weren't going any further. You hesitated, adjusting so that he wouldn't be able to remove your shirt.
“No, you seem like you have something you wanted to tell me first?” you asked, pressing your hands against his and comparing their size.
“Well. . .” he began. He lifted his hands away from yours, and scratched the back of his neck. Gosh, Sero only did that when he was nervous. What on earth could he be hiding from you? He made eye contact with you and then quickly glanced away.
“Don’t worry, Sero, I’m not going to yell at you or anything," you said as an attempt to get him to open up.
“Denki and I wanted to see if we could beat the world record for fitting as many marshmallows as we could in our mouths, and we knew you had a supply of marshmallows so we kinda sto-”
“Sero, what the hell?” Wait, could people in other dorms hear you? You sat up from the floor and took a deep breath. No, you were right, Sero was not a ten. Sixes always ended up with sixes.
“I got twenty marshmallows before it was too much. He beat the record, by one. Forty-five, to be exact. With his cheeks stuffed, Denki really did look like a Pikachu. I know you love calling him that.”
“So, you’re telling me you stole my emergency pack of marshmallows for a competition? And even worse, that Denki did better than you?” What could you do to get back at him? You couldn't leave, the door was locked and you weren't quite confident on the mechanics of unlocking it. In your dorm, there was never a reason to lock it in the first place, so you didn't know how the fiddly things worked. It would only make Sero giggle to watch you try and figure it out, so that was a no-go.
Without his help, you wouldn't be able to leave, unless you went through the window. While that would be quite a way to show off how badass you were, Sero's dorm was on one of the top floors, and you were not risking breaking any bones for him. Hmm. . . what else could you do?
Then it hit you. Crawling into his bed, a smirk grew on your face. He would have to sleep on the floor tonight. The boy raised an eyebrow at your antics, confused as to how this was any sort of 'punishment.'
He sighed, then went to brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. Sure, your current outfit wasn't the best for sleeping in, but there weren't any of your clothes in his room. You would borrow one of his hoodies, but you feared it would please him all too much to see you bundled up in something of his.
Upon seeing him return and debate whether to lie on the floor next to you or to not sleep at all, you smiled. He didn't look so bad now, hair down and wearing that goofy little orange flannel set. Maybe Sero was an eight: not quite a ten, but not average either. All good couples went through arguments, and the two of you were strong enough to get through this (even if it meant him buying you those marshmallows back). When you closed your eyes to try and go to sleep, you didn't mind when you were woken up by him crawling in next to you.