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kiss meme     |     accepting     |     @serophaned​

she’s always found comfort in her balcony — a sky-high p e r c h for an achromatic bird, who leans against the railing FIFTEEN STORIES HIGH. the v i e w has always held a certain hope, a certain assurance — the city, alive with lights, screaming with noise, the old HERO’S PLAYGROUND of the man whose absence had left a hole in her chest that can’t be filled. its comforting to allow her eyes to swim with the vibratory colours below. it keeps her in a zen-like, trance-like calm, a much needed stress reliever from the day’s training. 

though, such calm must always be broken — once by a passing crow, once by a sudden rain — this time, by the sudden DROPPING FROM ABOVE of one SERO HANTA

❝   jesus — !   ❞   she s w e a r s and STARTS, hand jolting to her battering-ram heart, other supporting her weight just in case she fainted from the surprise. hears him laugh, and apologize, his free arm holding her steady  (  surprising depth perception, upside down !  )  and the small act in itself, the warmth of his hold, brings her back to earth surprisingly quickly. ink-black gaze lifts to see his glimmering expression, his body hanging from his tape, attached to a balcony a few stories up — death defying h e i g h t, yet you’d never guess it by the smile he’s wearing for her.

                                                                              (   hears him whisper hi, in the breeze — and her stomach does a somersault  )

there’s something in the way the streetlights, s t r o n g even this high up, back-light his gleaming expression, hanging by a thread too many feet off the ground for anyone to be so casual about it. but people have always underestimated sero hanta, especially concerning his b r a v e r y, which she’s watched grow by bounds in the last year. when she straightens up, hands lift to tug gently at the little ponytail he’s been sporting lately, the smile on her face so damn soft —though her expression is c o n f u s e d to say the very least. 

she leans forward into his space, holding his swaying body still by the nape of his neck — and kisses him, firmly, and slow, a kiss that feels like I haven’t held you since summer, and I missed you, all in one. and when he kisses back  (  feels like videochat just wasn’t enough, you know  ), she smiles — into the kiss — at the c o n f i d e n c e sero’s found, far from the blushing, blustered, flustered boy she’d first kissed in that hammock to the tune of a CHIRPING LOVEBIRD. she squeezes his face ever so gently, moving from lips to the tip of his nose, dipping to his eyelids, the scrunch of his eyebrows, smattering of kisses on a face she hasn’t seen in person for … annoyingly long. 

                                                               she supposes that’s a testament to their being dedication young heroes in training. still annoying. 

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                  ❝   HANTA !  ❞

panic. a horrific, deep-gutted emotionwith which gogo is wholly unfamiliar. cool.calm. collected ; a developed steadiness to her psyche built up from a childwho had PANICKED for the last time, watching her father being taken away, cuffed. cold. eight yearsold. there had never been, until now, a reason for an emotion like that —dark, dim, and terribly unwanted. makes her sick. remembers, for a moment, whyshe’d HATED this feeling, almost tenyears ago. didn’t expect to feel it tonight.

she can’t remember anymore what they’d planned for tonight. just remembersbeing coerced into a high speed,high-altitude, high-energy RUN onthe rooftops like they’ve done many timesbefore ; would do, again, a sweetly thrilling thing, to catch up to theyoung hero after being far behind, topurr in his ear if only to gain an advantage( sputters, he does, every time ).free. freeing. l a u g h s so hardher stomach twists. turns her body to face him when they land on a particularflat-top, sauntering backwards ( quip on her tongue, tucked between her teeth— I said no letting me w i n ! ) andshooting him a sweet, wolfish smile.

though she doesn’t get to say anything. only manages to catch hisexpression w a r p, from a signature GRIN ( brighter than the moon ) aimed at herwith w o r d s on his own tongue, to a frightened, fractured grimace that sheonly catches a glimpse of —

she hits the concrete hard enough to choke ; thinks, for a moment, somethinghad hit her. realizes, too late, HE had — full body weight barreled into her torso to have her flat onthe rooftop. doesn’t last. she wishes ithad, wishes she’d held on, but confusionis a bitch ; the body that had pushedher out of the way disappears to the side of her vision and —

PANIC.head whips to the direction he’d gone, eyes met with —two. two bodies. two figures, one familiar, one horrifyingly not so. one STRUGGLING, one LAUGHING,unfair power dynamic sprung upon a hero not quiteready for ambush tactics — heldby the neck off the side of a roof toohigh off the ground to play these sorts of games.

there’s a quick moment of pride ; howquickly she’d gotten to her feet and grabbed as much of the villain’s body asshe could with those i n k tendrils. pullhim back ! the only thought in her head, to pull him back, away from the ledge, a n y w h e r e but where heis.

but gogo always has a particular way ofbeing too late, about things. never her fault, especially now. she manages to RIP the hulking villain backwards, hisbody hitting the concrete HARDER thanshe had, cracking stone. but there is something to be said about human reflexes, that she had taken intoaccount but not well enough —

and it’s the only word she can say, watchingthe villain’s hand ( massive and mutilated ) let go.

its WITHOUT THOUGHT, and everythinghappens desperately fast — her inkdragging the villain violently towards the opposite ledge to DROP HIM herself ( balconies, to catchhis fall, and break all his bones ),running herself to the ledge Sero had dropped from and jumping. jumps where she knows she’ll land, a balcony on the oppositebuilding, and scans — like a hawk —for something to follow. anything…

TAPE.she finds it, a l o n g line down the flat side of thebuilding, near-torn but hanging on to a fire-escape bar halfway down. literallifeline. and she can’t help the new emotion rising in her throat that tastes alot like PRIDE. she likes thatfeeling more than panic, relishes in the emotion as it hits her hard enough to choke, mixed harshly with relief, with oh thank god.

with a few measured maneuvers, a VERY BRIEFpause to call authorities, and one last JUMP to the street below, she sees him— still attached to the lifeline hanging from above, a few metres away fromwhere she lands — that she coversin seconds, a flat sprint to hisside.

when she pulls from the embrace, she’sall blustered words, a rush of questions and concerns falling from her lips —a quick and earnest departure from nervous concern to wistful pride — ❝   are youalright ? you fell so far, I didn’tthink — I — but ! you caught yourself ! you’re so clever, how did you even —    ❞

words fade. he isn’t answering. shenotices. w o r r i e s for the smallest of moments ( maybe he isn’t okay ). but she worries fornothing, realizes this, when heanswers everything, all at once,when he kisses her.

firm, tender, shaking slightly, adrenalin in both their veins, coursing painfullybut d r o w n e d by the softness in the action. warm, from running. from fighting. and its out of character,almost, a bravery in the moment that’s sweetly belied by the heat she feels onhis cheeks, the r e d she can see from the corner of her eye when he pulls backfrom her. flushed. embarrassed, turnshis head from her but he’s smiling, whichhas always been annoyingly contagious, rubbingthe back of his neck like this was anyother evening. like he hadn’t almost just died   (   ‘mokay, gogo, really — !  )