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' What time is it? '
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' 7:30 already...? Be grateful it's your day off.'
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The tired navy blue changed positions as he reached for his phone that's lying face-down on the nightstand. A sigh creeped out of his lips, last time he unlocked his phone was twelve hours ago—clearly not in the mood to look at the media or his friends' statuses while he's in bed sulking like a bitch that just got stood up.
His gaze fell to the phone. It came alive on cue, light bleeding through the dark, empty bedroom , like it knew he’d cave eventually. He sees a voicemail left by Uraraka. With a tired gesture, he held the speaker close to his ear.
"Hey Iida-kun, this is your friend Ochako Uraraka. do you wanna go out to get some drinks with us this evening? hope you reply soon!" Said Uraraka through the other line.
He closed his eyes, groaning at the drastic contrast of Uraraka's lively demeanor compared to his, and then it hit him—Iida hadn’t had a good day in a long time... He could barely keep his eyes open as he played the voicemail over and over again. With a sigh, he thought about what his bubbly friend had suggested. going out, drinking, Him? Was he even in the right state for that? Maybe not. But still... he couldn’t say no. It had been too long since he’d felt any joy, not since Hanta.
...
Back in their third year at U.A., Iida and Sero’s relationship had been like any other teenage romance— hand-holding between classes, sparring matches that ended with stolen kisses, and late-night study sessions that ended with the world feeling smaller, and them closer. If only forever had been kind enough to let them stay that way.
—
Four years had slipped by since they graduated, Iida had been absorbed with hero duties—taking care of his family's agency, taking on mission after mission, until there was little room left for anything else.
It didn't bother the taping hero that much at first, after all Iida lives in a very demanding lifestyle. Plus he knows the struggles on maintaining and working in the hero society, he's literally a Pro Hero himself, so there's no need for him to be worried about it, right?
Or so he thought. Last thing he knew, him and Iida were having a heated argument at dinner. The whole ordeal had left both men restless and irritable, they could barely contain eye contact because of it. Hence why they left the restaurant earlier than planned.
Iida catches up to Sero who was already 2 meters away from where they stood. The breezing wind brushing along his stiff frame uncomfortably, despite him wearing a coat.
"Y'know, just tell me one thing. Why did you even bother to get me all dressed up?" Sero was the first to break the silence.
—?
Iida eyed him wearily, unsure if it was some kind of trick. "I beg your pardon?"
"What I mean is, If you were just trying to make it up to me for not being home anymore, you could've just done it at home instead of pulling the guilt-date card." Sero turned around, onyx meeting distant scarlet.
Iida suddenly lost the ability to breathe for a split second, He exhaled, the noise in his head thinning as he searched for the right words.
"I didn't just do it out of guilt. Well- not all of it as a whole at least. Hanta, I care about you okay? And that won't ever change no matter what. But do hear me out on this, I know I haven’t valued our relationship the way I should, And I—" Iida's voice cracked uncharacteristically, making Sero cock an eyebrow.
"—I’ve been distant, not because I don’t care, but because I let my work pull me away from you.. I'm sorry. please just- give this night another chance. I will make it all up to you." Iida pleaded, on the verge of dropping to his knees on the cold, wet concrete.
It was Sero’s turn to feel guilty. He bit his lip as he walked towards Iida, closing the gap between them. Tense hands found Iida’s hips, pulling him flush against his body, chest to chest, before their lips crashed in one swift, desperate motion.
...
"You lied, Tenya."
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"Iida-kun! glad you could make it~" Uraraka jumped in excitement, Todoroki and Midoriya soon followed.
It looked like any other bar establishment; unassuming, warm, a hum of quiet conversation, yet it was a well-known haunt for Pro Heroes seeking a few calm hours away from the city.
They soon found an empty booth. The group took turns looking through the menu, one by one, they placed their orders, the easy rhythm of small talk filling the space.
A delicious aroma filled the room. And before they knew it, their food and drinks were served.
Todoroki was the first to grab his margarita, followed by Asui, who took the martini. It wasn't long 'till everyone had claimed their respected drinks. With a smile on their faces, the group shared a quick toast, a burst of energy all around as their glasses touched.
"I'm glad we get to spend another time like this again." Midoriya added, his eyes landing on each and everyone one of them.
"Totally, I mean when was the last time we were able to hang out outside of hero duties?" Asui placed her empty glass down.
Todoroki chuckled softly, his eyes darting down at the cold soba he ordered "Honestly we all need a break at least once from our problems."
"I bet you do, Mr. number 2" Uraraka chimed in. Her demeanor still as bubbly as ever.
The atmosphere was nice and welcoming, everything that Tenya needed right now, so why does his heart still ache deep in his chest? Why won’t his mind stop throbbing? Why does he mind keep lingering back to Him?
"Everything alright, Iida-kun? You've been real quiet." Asui noticed how silent he was as everyone else was engulfed in the on-going conversation.
The sudden question caught the blue navy off guard. A few drops of wine bled into his white shirt, dark and slow. He stared at the spreading stain... —maybe he should’ve ordered something else. Or maybe he shouldn’t have come at all.
"Everything's fine, Tsuyu-chan. I was just... deep in thought, that's all. nothing worth worrying about I can assure you." His mouth felt dry all of the sudden, He gulped and quickly dismisses it.
[Two years ago, 08:40 in the evening]
clink...clink...clink
The key met the lock with a faint click as Iida hesitated, his thoughts chasing futures that didn’t exist.
The sound of a shattered glass, possibly a glass bottle,
echoed within the apartment complex.
He froze, his hand resting on the knob before he finally opened the door. The handle felt cold against his palm as he pushed the door open, holding back a breath he didn’t realize he’d taken.
Click.
The door swung open to reveal a drunk, injured Sero. blood dripped from his palm and down to his finger tips, staining any flat surface he come to contact with. "Fuck..." Sero whispered.
"Hanta?" Iida dared to ask. from first glace, he could already tell that he was both drunk and high and was just not in the right place. He took another step forward, hanging his coat on the coat rack —Empty glass bottles and dented beer cans littered the apartment, the faint smell of alcohol clinging to the air. "How many...?"
"W-what?" His eyes unfocused.
"How many bottles have you finished?” Iida’s voice sounded more commanding than he intended.
"Three?.... maybe four..." Sero's voice trailed. The floor seems to have a mind of it's own, He lost his footing and fell back, Iida kept his gaze on him. Without thinking, Iida dashed and caught him in his embrace. His face scrunched from the strong smell of alcohol on Sero's clothes.
Iida wanted to be upset, he really did. How many times would it take for his nagging to finally get through Sero’s thick, stubborn skull?
He glared at Sero, his voice stern. "Did you smoke weed?"
"Marijuana" Sero lazily corrected. "And a little bit of cocaine–"
"You what?!" something snapped in Iida. His eyes strained in his eye sockets, why would Sero do this to him? How could he betray him like this?
"How on earth did you get ahold of those— I-I thought you said you were done with drugs?!!" His kept a bruising grip on Hanta's shoulder. Knuckles turning white in both anger and worry.
"Agkh! Puta madre- Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Sero winced from his injured hand being squeezed. Iida realizes what was going on and soon let go, he turned his back to grab a fresh towel and gauze that's near the kitchen to clean the bloodied mess.
Sero looked away, wincing roughly... "A friend of mine gave it to me, saying i need to let loose a little..." His gazed faltered to his feet.
Iida became furious. "A friend? Who the hell is this punk?? Don't tell me they're a friend from work... Is that Flashcord guy isn't it? I told you to stay awa—"
"Can you actually shut the FUCK up!?" bloodshot Onyx searching for familiar Vermilion Infront of him. "I get to decide who i hang out with! I... I don't need permission from you, you...you don't own me!" His words were shaky but clear enough to Iida's ears.
No words came out of Iida's lips. His eyes still glaring at the shell of a man he still dared to call his beloved.
“Hanta, I’m just trying to look out for you…” Iida’s voice faltered as he finished wrapping the gauze around Hanta’s hand. "What’s hurting you so much?” His voice not settling in the slightest.
Sero's eyes flicked away, voice low and shaking. “You are.”
"? -What are trying to imply here?" he shot back.
"What I'm trying to imply is that you're the reason I'm in so much pain right now!"
Hanta’s strained, slurred voice lingered in Tenya's mind, the ache in his chest impossible to ignore.
"All you ever do is play hero with your sidekicks, throwing yourself into every little crisis that doesn’t even need Ingenium’s grand entrance! And by the time you finally drag yourself home—the food’s gone cold, just like everything else between us. And I’m done pretending that doesn’t hurt." Sero prepared himself.
“-Guess that’s juz' how it is with you.” He murmured, soaked in alcohol and hurt. a dry laugh escaped him, too empty to sound like one.
The laugh twisted something inside Iida. He’d saved civilians, defeated villains, stopped disasters— but he couldn’t stop this. Couldn’t stop him. Iida's hands clenched uselessly at his sides as his voice finally breaks. “You think I don’t see what this is doing to you?” the words making his throat itch. “I’m trying, Hanta. I’ve been trying!! I just don’t know how to reach you anymore."
Iida's eyes faltered, fresh wave of tears daring to roll down his cheeks "Why won’t you just let me help you, Hanta?!”
“Because I don’t need a hero, Tenya. I just needed YOU.”
...
"Iida?" A distinct voice echoed
"Iida-kun, what's wrong??"
Both todoroki and Midoriya were trying to get Iida to snap out of it, tears began to seep through the navy blue's eyes.
"I-I still miss him."
—
15 minutes has passed, the food's gone cold. Iida sits nervously in his seat, all of his friend's eyes are on him, like it was some police interrogation.
"do you even remember the last time you tried to make it up to him?" Uraraka frowned.
What kind of question is that? of course he did! he’s still got the leftover painkillers from his broken nose to prove it. "Yeah, he messed up—but so did I. We’re both at fault."
"doesn't gave him the right to punch you in the nose." Asui confronted.
Iida's brows furrowed. "I know that. He was drunk, okay? He didn’t mean to. I… I probably deserved it anyway.”
Midoriya was just about to say something when a glass bottle smashed somewhere across the room, cutting him off mid-thought.
They stared at the scene in confusion, For a few seconds, no one moved. Then Midoriya’s eyes widened, his voice trembling "T-That's Kacchan!!"
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Bakugo eventually rejoined his group, where a worried Kirishima was quick to confront him.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Getting into bar fights isn’t a personality trait!”
"Shut your mouth, Ei! Besides who else was supposed to teach that fucker a lesson?" Bakugo grinned as he wiped the still flowing nosebleed. The two fighting like an old married couple.
Kaminari and Ashido were both drunk to the core. Jirou was making sure they didn't run off to any bullshit.
She caught sight of some familiar faces across the room. "Oh, hey! Fancy seeing you guys here!”
She waved at them, an ear jack and her left hand still holding the two buzzed idiots firmly.
The two groups merged into one, conversation buzzing as if no time had passed at all. Iida and Bakugo had taken it upon themselves to deal with the cashier, each covering their group’s bill, separating themselves in the process—not before Iida looked over his shoulder, hoping to lock eyes with a jet-black haired someone. "Congratulations on your engagement by the way, Midoriya and Ocha-babe!" Ashido cheered, her face lighting up seeing the two matching engagement rings.
The newly engaged couple could only blush as they nervously chatted about how he had popped the question. "Thank you, Mins~ Honestly, I didn’t even have time to process what was happening when I saw Deku down on one knee,” she said, recalling the moment with a bashful laugh.
"all I knew was that I said yes—at least until Tsu-chan repeated the words back at me,” she added, face now red as a tomato as the memory replayed in her mind. Midoriya felt his heart strings being tugged by Uraraka's fumbled banters, his poor heart couldn't take it, she's just so cute!!
Bakugo rolled his eyes, him and Iida had just rejoined the now even bigger circle. he squeezed Kirishima's hand with his left hand. “For fuck’s sake, Deku—Round face says one cute thing and you look like you’re about to faint. Pathetic,” Bakugo snorted, but the edge in his voice was softened by the hint of amusement there.
Kirishima acknowledges the sudden hand squeeze, Bakugo was not one to show physical affection in public, especially around multiple of their friends, but was grateful nonetheless that his boyfriend is comfortable enough to embrace it, not shying away when Kirishima wraps an arm around his waist. "C’mon, don’t listen to him! he’s just jealous you two beat us to it~” Bakugo turned red real-quick, but does not deny the bold claim.
The Sturdy Hero shot them a wide grin. “Seriously though, congrats, you lovebirds!” Midoriya had never felt so at ease in his life, ever.
Meanwhile, as they were all leaving the bar. the rest of the infamous Dekusquad's members were sharing updates with the rival group's daily lives. Kaminari and Jirou admitted they planned to have a double date with their counterparts (Shinsou & Yaoyorozu) outside of their main relationship—but sadly, they couldn't come.
"I forgot you two are in a open relationship, kero" Asui lazily spoke. Her mind still a bit dizzy from drinking but still conscious enough to know what words were leaving her thin-stretched lips.
"Whoa, hey, hey—hold up, it’s not weird, okay?” Kaminari said, pointing a wobbly finger in Asui’s direction, his grin a little too proud for how red his face was.
“We’re in, like, a mutually respectful open thing. Communication, boundaries, the whole shebang!”
Kaminari nodded to himself, clearly impressed by his own explanation. “It’s totally healthy! We, uh… we trust each other. That’s, like, peak relationship goals right there, right?”
Asui blinked slowly, her expression unreadable. “If you say so, Kaminari-kun,” she murmured, taking another bite of her takeout sandwich. “Just don’t start preaching it when you can’t even walk straight, kero.”
The Hearing Hero barely managed to hold back a laugh, choking on her own spit in the process.
Kaminari huffed. “I can so walk straight! Me and Jirou— we’re open, remember? That means I can, like... emotionally zigzag if I want.”
He grinned proudly, then hiccuped. “It’s modern love, Tsu. You wouldn’t understand the geometry.”
Jirou snorted, finally letting the laugh slip. “You really shouldn’t sound that proud about it when you’re slurring every other word, Denki.” She leaned back, grinning. “But hey—points for confidence, I guess.” Before Kaminari could come up with a comeback, something warm grazed his cheek, a quick, mischievous kiss that left his face burning brighter than his quirk.
With the scene unfolding Infront of him, Todoroki just nods in acknowledge. He spend his time looking over at the rest of the squad members, and then it hit him. "Speaking of which, Did you guys not bring—" He stopped his sentence when a recognizable dark-haired figure approaches them.
"Hey- wait up!" It's voice smooth yet rusty. "Did y'all cabronés really forgot about me??" The figure diligently jogs towards them.
Ashido and Kaminari turned their hands, snapping out of their trance momentarily. "Oh my god we forgot about Hanta-" the two stammered.
' Hanta...?' His world had gone silent. Iida barely had time to readjust himself when his eyes met with long-gone obsidian.
Sero notices the man standing within the small crowd and stopped at his tracks. a cold, wavering breath catching as familiar eyes found his. Sero's world seemed to pause when he met that gaze — those same ruby eyes, unchanged, unforgotten.
The noirnette stood still, as if the ground itself demanded he look back into those distinct pair of eyes.
"Ay no mames, Wey- Care to explain??” He shot his friends a look, his thoughts already unraveling into a mess of questions he was dying to have answered. ready to throw it right back at their faces.
Bakugo was the one to speak up. “Damn nerd and his rejects picked the same damn place for their little get-together. Of course shit luck had to join the party— AGH!?” Kirishima hit him on the back "What he means is Midoriya-bro and his group of manliness just happened to set up their reunion at the same time as us!” he said, flashing Sero a sheepish grin as he loosened his grip on the ash-blond.
Sero had his gaze back to the man he once called 'his forever.' The navy blue froze, standing there like a deer in headlights. Sero walked passed him, regrouping with Ashido and Kaminari, not exchanging any form of greetings to Iida.
"Why didn't you guys text me about my ex being here!?!" Sero exclaimed.
"Huh? i thought you two were in good terms by now~?" Ashido dragged the last few syllables, alcohol still in her system.
"We- we're just—" Sero groaned quietly "Just give me a heads-up next time, will you?" He sighed.
"What? you expect two drunk idiots to pull off something as basic as texting?” Bakugo’s voice sliced through the conversation, dry and unimpressed.
"Well why didn't you say anything??" Sero's voice strained.
"Because it was never a big deal, Sero—”
Bakugo stopped mid-sentence, noticing how tense the off-duty Taping Hero looked. His gaze softened—barely, but it was there. With a sigh, he tried to ease up, if only for his friend’s sake.
"There’s no need to be such a damn asshole to four-eyes, y’know. I get it—he hurt your feelings, but it wasn’t on purpose. You said it yourself, you morons' schedules clash too damn much anyway. Disaster was already cooking before it even began." He ended it harshly but there's no bite to it.
“Just give him a chance to clear things up between the two of you—for your sake,” he muttered, then added, “and because he looks like a fucking kicked puppy, and it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.”
' You got it ' Sero thought.
[Two years ago, 10:40 in the evening]
Sero felt lost in the relationship. Iida was always caught up in running team Idaten and Hero Commission events, while his own patrols and missions never seemed to line up with Iida’s schedule. Some nights, he’d sit in the quiet and wonder why it still felt like he was the only one trying, even after Iida had promised he’d make time.
He tried not to blame him for it, but the distance between them was starting to feel heavier with every missed calls and late-night texts left unanswered.
...
"You’ve reached Tenya Iida. I’m unavailable at the moment, please leave your name and message, and I’ll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you for your patience."
Sero’s fingers trembled around the phone, his breath unsteady as he brought it to his lips, unsure if he even had anything left to say.
“Tenya, it’s the second night this week,” he began, voice tight with frustration he didn’t bother hiding.
“You said you’d try to make time. I’m not asking for much—just one night where it feels like you actually want to be here too.” His tone faltered halfway through, the edge of anger thinning into exhaustion. “But it’s always another meeting, another patrol, another reason you can’t come home.”
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face, the weight of the words settling heavier than he meant them to.
“I get it, okay? You’re busy. You’ve got people relying on you. I’m proud of you for that, I really am.” His voice softened then, straining, almost pleading.
“I know you’ve got a lot on your plate,” he said, the words coming out sharper than he meant as he dragged a hand down his face. “You’re always rushing ahead, chasing something I can’t seem to keep up with...” His breath trembled around a laugh that never fully formed. “I just thought maybe… I’d still be worth coming back to.”
The silence on the line stretched out, as if even the recording didn’t know what to say back.
“I don’t know why I’m leaving another message,” he murmured, the fight gone from his voice now. “You probably won’t hear this one either.” He swallowed hard, forcing out the words before the lump in his throat won.
“Just… call me back, Tenya. Please.”
The line clicked dead, and for a moment he just sat there, listening to the emptiness where Tenya's voice should’ve been. Then the silence slowly blurred with the sound of his own quiet. It's almost funny in a way, no matter how much he tried to rebuild, the cycle always found a way to start again.
He let out a shaky laugh. Fresh wave of tears coating his vision... “Guess you’re too busy to hear this one too,” he whispered to no one.
His eyes hurts. "You lied, Tenya." The breaking point was reached. He pulled a hidden compartment to grab a beer can that Iida does not know about.
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After stopping to grab some coffee for a last hangout, everyone lingered a little longer than usual before heading home. One by one, they drifted off—first Kaminari and Jirou, then Todoroki, followed by Kirishima and Bakugo. Soon after, Midoriya and Uraraka left with Ashido, and finally, Asui.
Until it was just Iida and Sero.
None of them said a word; only the sound of their breathing and the faint rustle of fabric filled the space between them.
Sero stood a few steps away, phone in hand, pretending to scroll as he called a cab, ready to slip out before the navy blue even noticed. Saying goodbye out loud would’ve hurt too much. Maybe that was easier, Iida never seemed to stick around anyway. Maybe, just maybe... if he was smart enough that day, he wouldn't have gotten hurt this badly- wouldn't have to feel his heart aching till this day—
"Do you need a ride, Hanta?"
—?
'So he still calls me that huh?' A sharp smile tugged at Sero's lips, more towards habit than genuine.
"There's no need, Iida. I've got it covered~" He kept his usual, dopey smile, but the irritation in his eyes gave him away.
"Are you quite sure? I can assure you, I truly don’t mind, Hanta-"
"Stop calling me... That." He’d had enough of this fucking act. How the hell could Iida just stand there like that, calm as ever, like they didn’t have years of history between them? Like everything they went through; the late night calls, the fights, the stupid laughters, the rare moment of raw intimacy— all of it —never even existed? like it meant absolutely nothing to him??
"I’ve had enough of your perfect bullshit, Iida. You really think sitting there all calm and collected makes it go away? That if you keep playing by the book long enough, we could somehow go back to what we used to be!?" His voice gradually got louder. He gripped the edge of his paisley shirt, already losing his composure. Iida was at lost for words, He didn’t know if he should speak or keep his silence — both felt like the wrong choice.
"P-please, just calm down, Sero. I’m… I’m sorry for what happened back then—for not coming home to you, for not answering your calls. For not giving you the attention you deserved, and for brushing it all aside for far too long before I finally tried to make it right." Iida already felt the tears flowing but it didn't matter right now "You might not wanna hear it but... I still have feelings for you, and i think you deserve to know."
Sero slipped his phone back into his pocket, hands clenched tight in frustration and longing. “Oh? and that'll just somehow make me feel better!? You don’t get to talk about what I deserve, not after everything you put me through.”
"You truly think I’m the only one who messed up here? You went on missions with alcohol in your system, Sero! You could’ve gotten yourself—or worse, civilians killed! Did it ever occur to you to stop and think before pointing fingers??" Iida’s voice was steady, but the strain beneath it made every word land like a reprimand.
"You think I don’t know that, ¿pendejo?” Sero muttered, his voice low and unsteady, the guilt twisting beneath every word. “You think I wanted it to get that bad? I was trying, Tenya. I really was. But you were never there, and after a while…” His breath hitched, a bitter laugh breaking through. “The bottle started feeling more like you than you did.” Iida's eyes widened, his heart stuttered uncomfortably in his chest.
...
He hated how it always ended like this... words spilling out, things he didn’t mean, things he did. It was never meant to be a fight. All he wanted was for Iida to see him, to really see him, before everything between them slipped too far apart.
And yet, standing there in the heavy silence that followed, Sero couldn’t help but wonder if it already had. His phone chimed, indicating that his cab was close to his proximity, It slowly came into view and made a turn on the side of the road Infront of the two of them. he waits for Iida to at least say something, anything that can ease the growing gap between them. with no answer in return, Hanta walked towards the front passenger seat, getting ready to tell the driver to hit the gas,
"I’m sorry you still have feelings for me, pendejo.” The words came softly, a tinge of remorse lingering in the air like something he wished he could take back.
Then, almost before he realized it, Iida moved. The sound of his breath hitched as he lurched forward, closing the distance in a rush. His hand caught Sero’s wrist, tight, trembling, as if letting go would make him disappear for good.
"P-please, Hanta… give me another chance. I-I can’t lose you again, I won’t let you—”
His voice trembled, words slurring just slightly as the wine finally caught up to him. Ruby eyes turned glossy, his composure crumbling faster than he could stop it. The faint red stain from the wine he’d spilled at the bar earlier spread slowly across his shirt, blooming darker with every breath, like it mirrored the chaos Iida was Infront of Sero. "I can make it up to you, j-just give me another chance, please!"
Iida’s grip tightened, his breath shallow and uneven. Before Sero could even process what was happening, Iida leaned in—the scent of wine heavy between them, and pressed his lips against Sero’s. It wasn’t careful or composed, just a desperate collision of guilt and want.
For a moment, the world stopped. The noise of the city, the hum of cars, the quiet chime of his still-open phone all faded into nothing. All Sero could feel was Iida’s lips against his, clumsy and trembling, tasting faintly of wine and regret.
He hated how easy it was to remember. The warmth, the steady rhythm of Iida’s breath, the familiar scent of cologne clinging faintly beneath the alcohol. For a split second, it almost felt like home again.
Then reality came crashing back. The space between them filled with everything they had broken, everything they could never fix.
Sero’s hands found Iida’s shoulders and pushed, not roughly, but firm enough to make the message clear. His breath came out shaky. “You’re drunk, Tenya,” he said quietly, the words barely holding together. “And I can’t… not like this.”
Iida stood frozen, eyes wide and wet, the fog of wine and emotion flickering into something that looked a lot like shame.
This was too much, too much for Sero, too much for the both of them. what they used to have was gone, so why now—did he felt like coming back? Are they still meant to be?
Iida didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot, watching as Sero stepped back, his figure slipping further away with every passing second. The cab door opened with a dull click, and for a moment, Sero hesitated before getting in.
The streetlight caught his profile, soft and distant, like a memory already fading. Then the door closed, and the car pulled away. He felt his throat tightening, bottling up the growing itch within his lungs.
His lips still tingled, the ghost of that kiss burning with shame rather than warmth. What had he done? The realization hit hard, sobering him faster than any cold shower could. He had crossed a line, one that even his guilt couldn’t excuse.
"F-fuck..." he whispered to no one, not really expecting an answer. Iida dragged a tense hand down his face, cursing under his breath as if he could scrub away the regret that clung to him. Even drunk, he knew how reckless that had been, how utterly stupid.
He stormed toward the parking lot, fumbling with his keys before unlocking the car. The moment the engine roared to life, he hit the gas, hard. faint sounds of the tires screeching against the pavement. He didn’t care where he was going. He just needed to get away—from the bar, from the street, from the memory of his own foolishness.
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Sero stared at his phone screen, desperate for anything to pull his mind elsewhere. He scrolled through his contacts until a familiar name caught his eye — the hooker he’d met at the club not too long ago. It was supposed to be a one-night thing, nothing more. Yet he couldn’t deny how much he’d enjoyed the company while it lasted. Now, with his thoughts spinning and his chest tight, the temptation hit harder than before. He typed out a few messages, hesitated for a moment, then finally hit send before leaning back and letting out a long, tired sigh.
—
“Well, look who it is~” A cheery, masculine voice cut through the cold air. “Got your text, and you sounded pretty pissed. Should I be worried, or lucky you called me instead?”
Don't start, Koyama." An annoyed tone escaped Sero's lips
Koyama chuckled softly, tilting his head with that same teasing grin. “What? Can’t a guy be happy to see you? You look like you could use a little distraction.” He let's the door swing open.
Sero let out a shaky breath, the fight in his shoulders finally giving way. He glanced up at Koyama, lips tugging into something between a smirk and defeat. “Yeah… maybe I could.”
Koyama chuckled lowly, tilting his head with a playful grin. “Knew you’d come around, Cellophane~”
It wasn't long until Sero finds himself stripping his own clothes Infront of the slim but muscled man.
"You're bigger than I remembered, Papi~" He teased.
"Listen, I'm not here to stick around much. Just work your magic and let's get it over with" He shot back.
"Irritated much—Okay who's the guy? or gal?" He got up to take off his garments as well.
Sero's eyes went wide, he felt called out, and he couldn't stop himself from standing there like an idiot. "W-What makes you say that?" He tried to steady his breathing.
"Don’t act dumb. I know when a hookup’s just a way to forget someone. So, who is it this time?" he asked, a hint of amusement curling at his lips.
' He's not gonna let it go, now is he? ' The Taping Hero really didn't have other options here "—just my fuckass ex. There, I've said it. Happy now??" His voice came out desperate than intended.
"Ya' mean the same ex that you were bitchin' about when we first fucked?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Ah- yes! who else?" Sero was beginning to lose his patients. He made the first move, pushing Koyama onto the couch, tent already forming in his jeans. He looks around to find some condoms but instead and spots a tall, horizontal mirror standing across the room Infront of them. "Since when did you have that here?"
"Hah~? Oh, that.” Koyama’s grin curved slow and knowing. “Lately, my hookups can’t get enough of watching themselves fall apart, so I figured I’d make it a little more fun.” He tilted his head towards the Pro Hero's growing hard-on, voice dipping lower. “Makes it hotter, don’t you think? Seeing exactly what you’re doing to me?" He slowly undid the jeans Sero wore.
Something in Sero gave way, a crack deep in his chest that he couldn’t hold together anymore. Koyama looked too much like Iida. It hurts to even acknowledge it. That familiar line of his jaw, that steady way he held his gaze—it all scraped at old wounds he thought had closed. The ache twisted into something hotter, desperate. He didn’t know if he wanted to forget or to remember, only that he needed something to quiet the growing warmth in his abdomen.
He grabbed Koyama by the hair, His voice dangerous. "I'm going to fuck you stupid now."
"S-Shit— why are people so hot when they're angry~? C'mon papi, take that pent-up steam out on me..." He pulled Sero down to the couch with him before climbing on top of his lap.
Sero cursed when he grabbed onto Koyama too harshly, he's not the type to be into hate sex, especially like this. Afterall, he's upset at Iida—not Koyama. It felt wrong to use him like this.
"Hey, Papi?" Sero's gaze snapped back to Koyama's.
He steadied his breathing. "-I don't mind being used like a toy for you. If this is what you really need right now, taking the edge off, then be my guest." He leaned down to kiss Sero on the lips, the Taping Hero latched onto the man's snake bites, sucking his lips until it's a swollen, rosey pink.
Koyama grabbed a condom and slowly rolled it over Sero's dumb dick. "You really want me right now, don't you~?" He snickered.
"Careful, I'm not planning to be nice about it." He gripped His ass, fingers finding It's way down as an attempt to stretch out Koyama's hole.
"D-Dont." He stopped Sero. Koyama carefully lifted his hips and pulled out the pink butt plug that was buried inside the entire time. "There... now hurry up and take me-" Koyama let out a high yelp when a sudden shove drove his hips down onto Sero's lap. He lost his breath as his eyes rolled back, unable to recover before Sero hammered into him, the pace unforgiving and deep.
Koyama gasped—a strained, wet sound. "Slow... God, Sero- that's too much!" voice raw and pleading, Fuck... Sero can't get enough of it, toxicity bubbled within him.
Koyama's nails dug into Sero's shoulders. "Too rough!" He panted, his voice thin. "No, wait...ohmygod~ do that again!" He keened as Sero shifted their angle, sending a shock of pinpoint pleasure as he thrust hard against Koyama's prostate.
Koyama's nails raked his shoulders, and Sero grinned internally. Too rough? The words were barely a breath before the contradiction hit. That sound, that thin, desperate keen when he found the right angle—that was his reward. He pressed his hips down harder, savoring the feeling of Koyama's body folding against the force he was applying.
He hooked an arm around Koyama's waist and yanked him around in one harsh, unceremonious motion, pinning Koyama's back against his chest. Koyama’s eyes immediately fixed on the massive mirror now facing him.
"Look at you." Sero's voice was a low, rough growl by his ear, completely devoid of warmth.
Koyama whimpered, the sound swallowed instead by the open air and the ragged catch in his own throat. His reflection showed a slack jaw and eyes glazed over with a mixture of pain and blind hunger. Sero tightened his grip, pulling Koyama's body flush against his own sweat-slicked skin.
"That’s right, you filthy slut." Sero ground out, his hips moving faster now, the deep strokes relentless.
"You look like a cheap whore in heat, writhing for me in front of this glass. Do you see it? Do you see how easy it is to make you break, Tenya?"
Sero pushed his hips forward one last time, hitting that jarring, sensitive spot with a deep, punishing thrust that stole the air from Koyama's lungs. Koyama couldn't move! his body was momentarily paralyzed, caught between the humiliation visible in the mirror and the violent rush of pleasure Sero had just delivered.
Sero inhaled sharply, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Koyama's neck. A sudden, sharp image—Tenya's face, flushed and embarrassed, flashed in Sero's mind. "Tenya, fuck—! don't stop... God, I can just imagine how foggy those damn glasses would look right now, f-fucking whore," he muttered, the insult a rough, reflexive ghost of a thought, spilling out as his body moved on instinct.
"Tell me what you are." Sero demanded, his breath hot on Koyama's neck, not letting up on the pace. "Tell me who owns this slack little hole, you little fucker. Say it!"
Koyama’s head fell back, the forced proximity to his own reflection unbearable yet mesmerizing. He choked on his next gasp, forcing the words out.
"Yours~... I'm yours!" He sobbed pathetically, his world was really rocked tonight.
The tight, cruel control Sero had maintained shattered in one rough shudder. He gasped, the sound torn from his chest, and drove into Koyama one last, desperate time, his hips locking down. A blinding, searing rush of heat flooded deep inside Koyama, heavy and thick. Sero’s entire body went rigid, the preceding tension snapping at once, leaving him a heavy, shaking weight collapsed against Koyama's back.
He could faintly hear the soft whimpering of Koyama's sobs, he blinked once, blinked twice before finally realizing the situation he's in. He carefully lifted Koyama off of him, internally apologizing whenever Koyama lets out strangled gasps.
"You okay, big guy?" Sero asked softly, why does this keep happening to him? always getting too carried away until it's too late. He heard the ragged catches in Koyama's throat and the choked, messy tears hitting his own chest, and the vile triumph drained out, leaving a hollow, aching guilt in its place.
"Koya?" Sero rasped, his own voice sounding foreign and thick. He immediately pulled back, shifting his weight to relieve the pressure, and fumbled to turn Koyama in his arms, ignoring the sticky friction.
He didn't look at the mirror—only looked at Koyama’s ruined, tear-streaked face. Sero reached up with a trembling thumb to gently wipe the mascara and wetness from his cheekbone.
"Shh. Hey. Look at me. I'm sorry, I went too far," Sero breathed. Koyama could only nod in response, his mind still in headspace
Sero knew he couldn't just leave him like this. His initial plan was to get the hell out, but he wasn't that type of asshole—especially not after leaving someone this undone because of him.
"Let's go get you cleaned up." He reassured.
[15 minutes later]
"Are you going to finish that?" Koyama sees Sero lighting up a joint.
"Hm? oh yeah. go ahead, Knock yourself out." He lazily passed the thin, lid-up joint to Koyama.
"So... Who's Tenya? Is that the ex I'm guessing?" Koyama spoke up, his head resting against Sero's shoulder, his voice a low, casual rumble.
Sero didn't just choke—he aspirated his own spit and let out a sound like a wet, dying tea kettle. He bolted upright, a bulky elbow cracking Koyama lightly in the jaw.
"How did you- What makes you say that?" The words came out in a strained, high-pitched squeak.
He tried to project a calm, "I have no idea what you're talking about" face, but his eyes were wide and twitching. ' I am going to jump off a fucking cliff i swear to god. '
Koyama reached up, his fingers gently pushing Sero's sweaty, long fringe off his forehead. He gave Sero a small, lazy smile. "Because you whispered it into my ear, sweetheart. Right around the time you said, 'Tenya, don't stop.' That rang a bell?"
Sero was blushing mess, his face burning red. "Oh my god..." Sero buried his face in his hands, groaning a sound of pure mortification that was muffled by his palms. His whole body felt hot enough to spontaneously combust, and he wished the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.
"Okay. Fine. You got me." He dragged a hand through his already messy hair, his cheeks still blazing.
<"But listen, you have to understand, that was... like, ancient history. He's just a name. An old, crusty, totally dead to me name that my brain, for some ungodly reason, decided to pull up from the deepest,grossest part of my head at the absolute worst possible moment!"
He grabbed onto Koyama's shoulders, his voice dropping to a desperate, urgent whisper, his wide eyes burning into Koyama's.
"Seriously, Koyama, I mean it. I need you to swear on your life this never leaves this very room. I will end you. I am not kidding. I will physically fight you."
"Geez—relax!" Koyama's voice was low and soothing, utterly unbothered.
He exhaled slowly. "Seriously, this is not my first rodeo when it comes to hook-ups where the other person is not over their ex."
He shrugged slightly, his head tilting. "It happens. Trust me, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
It took a while for Sero to calm down, he was thankful that despite the night they had, Koyama was really understanding. "Thank you, Koya. You have no Idea what this means to me."
"Nah, you're good. Believe me Cellophane there's no need to be so uptight about it. we're cool, right?" Koyama pressed on.
"Yeah. y'know, Iida never truly made me feel this good about myself—"
"WAIT— are you saying your ex is Tenya Iida?? as in THEE TENYA FUCKING IIDA?"
Sero had to manually shut Koyama up, his palm pressed firmly against his mouth. "Will you shut the fuck up for fucks sake!?" He shot back.
Koyama pulled Sero's hand off his mouth, the puzzle pieces slowly coming into place. "I can't believe it- i mean— I know people that said I look like Ingenium—but being fucked by a Pro Hero that has Ingenium as their ex??? I'm not sure if I should punch you in the face or take that as a compliment!" He wheezed out loud, he really couldn't contain it this time.
"Yep that's it. I'm leaving." Sero got up to put on his ruffled clothes that's on the floor.
"NO WAIT, IS IT TRUE THAT HE'S HUGE DOWN UNDER??" he asked with a grin, god this man is so fucking noisy—
"How about you go find that out for yourself, you punk!" Sero left without a word before slamming the door on Koyama's face.
...
"I'll take that as a maybe~" Koyama smirked, taking a long drag of the joint in hand