Sero had just recently got braces because of his mis-matched teeth. Sadly he had gotten his mother’s genes, making his teeth look like convergent plates from the earth’s core.

Of course, sense you were his lover, you were his main source of complaint. He was always complaining to you about his tooth aches and food options like you were a dentist. You of course felt bad, but what were you supposed to do?

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You were currently in your room. You were laying on your stomach with your phone in your hands. Sero was comfortably laid on your back, his chin on the top of your head while he observed your phone screen.

Suddenly, he groans, “Babyyyyyuughhhhh..” his head flops into the back of your neck, into your hair. “Oowwwwuhhh..”