Something Something I Was Born Into It, Molded By It

something something i was born into it, molded by it

beautiful

pairing: sero x gn reader

a/n: it's been a while, huh? hope this is enjoyable.

cw: self-deprecation, a bit of cursing.

sero applied to u.a. high with low expectations. he wasn’t even going to apply, but his mom drilled the “you never know until you try” motto into his head. she was his number one supporter throughout the grueling waiting period between his decision and the actual entrance exams. really, she went all schrödinger's cat on him: he’d been neither rejected nor accepted yet.

despite how ridiculous it sounded, it really helped. it calmed his nerves and helped him get past the entrance exams and into class 1-a. now, after three years, he still found the fact that he’d made it into the top class and come so far. he actually had to pinch himself from time to time to ensure it wasn’t some cruel dream.

he still struggled with his confidence sometimes, especially when he watched bakugo and midoriya and everyone else with their flashy quirks. it made him question if he truly belonged among the ranks of the elites–his quirk was tape. sure, that might be useful to swing around with like a natural-born spiderman, but it couldn’t help him incapacitate a rampaging villain. he had to leave that to everyone else.

he was so plain. he got reminded of that every time they went into battle or applied for internships. he was reminded of it just by looking in the mirror.

this plainess scared him out of pursuing potential romantic interests, which automatically labeled him the nth wheel when he went out with friends. seriously, it felt like everyone had found someone to love but him.

kirishima always nudged him when he complained about it, claiming that there were plenty of people that liked him; he was just blind and had his heart set on one specific person.

“seriously, sero, you stare at y/n, like, all day. they can’t read your mind, bro.”

he’d walked away from the conversation when everyone started collectively agreeing with him, opting to instead relish in his own presence up in his room. far away from you and your awfully enticing presence.

sero was completely oblivious to your reciprocated glances in his direction, especially when your gaze lingered just a second too long and you had to whip your head around in the opposite direction. you got the same talk from the rest of class 3-a, teasing you endlessly for your cowardice.

“sero’s too much of a wuss to confess to you, y/n. if you don’t do it, the two of you will never happen. guarantee it.”

kaminari really dissed sero when it came to his lack of ‘manliness’, especially to you. however, his claim really worried you. if kaminari was so sure that sero liked you, you should just go for it, right?

after sleeping on the decision, you finally decided you were gonna do it. you were giddy that morning, despite having hardly slept that night. your nerves were on fire, leaving a lingering tingle at the base of your spine as you walked out of your room that morning.

come lunchtime, you finally decided it was time to spill your guts to who you hoped would be your future partner.

too nervous to eat, you took a deep breath and made your way over to sero, who was seated between kirishima and kaminari. they were laughing and talking, which made up about 45% of the noise in the room.

“sero?” you noticed how the conversation came to a halt, cheeks warming as sero turned to face you, “can i, uh, talk to you?”

he looked over at kaminari, who was already all but shoving him out his chair and towards you, “oh, y/n! yeah, yeah. ‘course.”

you ignored the thumbs up once sero turned his back to the table, instead leading him out of the double doors and to a less crowded area in the hallway.

“woah, gonna murder me or somethin’?” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laughed awkwardly, glancing to the side, “no, not planning on it. i wanted to,” you fidgeted with your hands, desperately trying to keep your eyes up instead of glued to the floor, “to tell you something.”

he looked equally nervous, arching a brow, “what’s up? did i do something?”

“no, no, nothing like that. i just wanted to let you know that i,” you paused, palms sweaty and clammy, “i really like you! and i’m—” you stammered, suddenly regretting your decision, “i’m sorry if that’s, uh, weird or something.”

he just stared at you for a moment, jaw quite literally dropped.

“sero?”

your voice seemed to snap him out of his trance, his eyes looking everywhere but at you, “y/n, i’m sorry. i just..” he bit his lip, a sadness washing over his face, “i gotta go.”

“sero,” you called after him, but he was already backing away and nearly running away from you, “sero, wait!”

but he was gone.

dejected, you found that you no longer had any sort of appetite and decided to go back to your dorm. so kaminari was wrong: sero harbored no feelings for you. not only that, but you were pretty sure you just ruined your friendship.

you deemed the rest of your day a miserable one and stayed in your room all day, wallowing in your own pity party.

that is, until kaminari knocked obnoxiously hard on your door and, once he realized it was unlocked, barged in unceremoniously, “y/n!” he panted, “what the hell happened?”

you frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed, “hello to you, too, kaminari.”

he rolled his eyes, strolling over to plop down next to you, “seriously. what went wrong?”

you pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin atop them, sniffling quietly, “dunno. he just kinda ran off. he doesn’t like me, kami. he doesn’t like me, and i just ruined our friendship.”

when he didn’t respond–which was already out of the ordinary for kaminari, considering he never stopped talking–you looked over to him, only to meet his dumbfounded expression.

“wow, you are, like, the dumbest person i’ve met.”

“um, rude?” you scowled, punching him in the arm.

“ow, ow! okay, maybe oblivious is the right word, i’m sorry.” he rubbed his arm, “what i mean is, the guy is insecure as hell, y/n. he doesn’t seem like it, but he really has, like, zero confidence in himself as both a hero and a regular person. he probably thinks he’s not good enough for you.”

“you can’t say that for sure. why would he not be good enough? he’s the badass hero.”

“yeah, but he doesn’t think that way about himself. he does like you though, y/n. honest. he talks about you all the time.” he chuckles, “it actually gets kinda annoying.”

you looked down, contemplating, “so.. what should i do?”

“go get him, duh! he’s holed up in his room, has been since lunch.”

you rubbed your stinging eyes and nodded determinedly, standing up and shaking off your nerves, “yeah. yeah, you’re right. i’m gonna go talk to him.” you walked to your door, giving kaminari a final glance, “thanks, kami.”

you almost ran to sero’s dorm, but thankfully you composed yourself enough to slow it down to a speed walk.

the moment you got to his door, you knocked. hard.

“sero, open up! it’s y/n.”

it was quiet for just a beat before sero’s nervous voice came floating to your side of the door, “i’m, uh, kinda busy y/n. maybe we can talk later.”

“you’re not pushing me away, sero. not again. now, let me in before i get bakugo to blow your door down.” you leaned your forehead against the door, hoping your urgency was soaking into the wood and flooding into sero’s room, infiltrating his senses.

“don’t!” he yelled quickly, knowing bakugo would gladly do it, “i’m coming, okay? don’t call bakugo.”

you smiled, satisfied as his nervous footsteps came padding towards the door. it swung open, revealing a cloudy-eyed sero.

“sero hanta, i can’t believe you ran away from me! what the hell was that?” you demanded, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“y/n, i–”

“i’m not finished!” you cut him off, “sero, you’re an amazing hero, okay? you’re an amazing crime-fighter, an amazing student, and..” you trailed off, looking up at him with a small smile, “an amazing you. so stop doubting yourself, and stop letting that doubt get in the way of what you want.”

your sudden burst of confidence suddenly drained from your body as sero just stood there, speechless. it made you feel small and like you’d had the completely wrong idea. how humiliating.

“no—not that i’m what you want or anything. i just meant that you really need to have more confidence in yourself and–”

apparently, sero had found the confidence you lost, because he shut up your rambling with his own way of communicating: a kiss.

it was chaste and a bit awkward but beautiful all the same.

when the two of you separated, you grinned up at the blushing boy, throwing your arms around him.

“thank you, y/n. i’m gonna try not to ruin this.”

“everything you touch becomes better, sero. i trust you.”

before either of you could get another word in, a loud whoop came from down the hallway, belonging to one denki kaminari.

“guys, it happened! it happened!”

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