sero was known for many things. whether it be his height, quirk, or his accent. the boy was a latino, and god. the way he spoke made you smile. and he may or may not have used that to his advantage.

"mi amor," sero pouted, throwing his head onto your lap. you rolled his eyes, your fingers intertwining themselves into his deep colored locks, and massaging his scalp.

"yes, mi rey?" you giggled, allowing yourself to relax against the couch you and your boyfriend sat on.