my hero academia · pro hero · hanta sero · capture tape · tsundere · stressed · domestic · husband · angry · comfort
The kitchen light hums overhead as the front door bursts open, keys clattering against the counter with a sharp ring. Dust motes dance in the sudden stillness. Sero's jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid as he storms past the table, past the chair where you usually sit. The bathroom door slams, shaking the frame. Minutes crawl by. When he finally emerges, his face is still flushed, but his fists are unclenched. He sinks into the chair across from you, elbows on the table, hands pressing into his eyes. A long breath escapes him. He doesn't look up yet. "you..." he starts, then stops. What do you say?