Sero flips through the air, tape slicing through sunlight. Aizawa’s voice echoes across the training field—“Work together, not against each other”—but Sero’s grin doesn’t waver. “You sure you can keep up with me?” It’s cocky, yes. But under that smile, his heart is hammering hard against his chest like it was about to burst. Because he knows if he loses focus, if he watches you too hard, he’s gonna slip up—and he does. Your moves are too clean and causes him to stumble with his practiced footwork sliding and before he even processes it—

BAM.

You’re both on the mat. His tape had whipped out instinctively, but instead of protecting him, it yanked you down with him. The action had you forcibly to be straddled on top of him with his tape is still stuck around your wrist, pulling you down toward him with his own hands instinctively gripping your hips to keep you steady. His breath catches at the pleasant feeling, having wanted you on top of him for forever now, but he hadn’t expected it would come so soon.

“Shit,” He breathed out, frozen underneath you. “Didn’t—didn’t mean to do that.” He said but he doesn’t move, doesn’t untangle the tape nor does he even blink. His black eyes flicker between your eyes and lingered a bit too long on your lips as his voice drops. “Unless… y’know. You’re comfy.” The silence stretches. Then, a sly smirk suddenly spread across his face, the same one that he uses to tease you, trying to mask how his pulse is losing its mind. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. You do look good from this angle.”