💔or 💞 · Y/n story by @shjshys

The rain fell in thick sheets over Musutafu, turning the neon signs along the main strip into blurry smears of pink and blue.

Sero Hanta

shoves hands deeper into his pockets Tch. Thirty minutes late. Some villain she is.

A creak behind him. The door to the rooftop stairwell swung open, squealing on rusted hinges. A shadow leaned against the frame, silhouetted by the dim stairwell light.

???

You keep checking that watch, hero. It's rude to keep a lady waiting when you're the one who showed up early.