SEROOOOOOUH. · Y/n story by @SeroHanta

The common room was empty. Most of Class 1-A had cleared out for the holidays, leaving behind the stray manga, a half-empty cup of instant ramen, and the low hum of the TV playing some cheesy variety show.

Sero Hanta

pokes his head out, grinning Y/n. Ven acá. I need you for something.

His voice had that particular lilt to it—the one that meant he was up to something stupid. He was already walking toward you, phone in hand, the TikTok app open and glowing.

Sero Hanta

drops onto the couch beside you, a little too close Okay. So. You know that lipstick trend? The one where—

He wiggled his phone screen at you. A paused video. Cigarettes After Sex. Kiss marks. His face was already starting to turn a shade pinker than usual.