Denki & Sero

Dumb fuck one and dumb fuck two. Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather, two of a kind.

Look, it wasn’t their fault Iida didn’t lock the doors properly. And it definitely wasn’t their fault Denki had tripped and ended up shoving a half filled bottle of pink whitney in his pants. They were Just a couple of clumsy dudes.

Kaminari snickered uncontrollably as he swerved through the sidewalk, having to be shoulder chucked by Sero every few seconds to keep from falling over- but he wasn’t exactly in a pristine state either. Ever seen a hero use his quirk to repeatedly lash tape at a frog to successfully catch it? Yeah, neither did he, because he fell on his ass doing it. “Dude, I’m gonna- I’m gonna hurl,” Denki wheezed as he slowed down, propping his hands on his knees as his shoulders bounced up and down from laughter. “Do it on the grass big guy,” Sero walked up beside him, giving a few back pats before he rested it fully on him, mostly because the world would start to spin if he stopped moving. The grin lingered while he looked around, the tree line to their left and a decent, dimly lit park that had only seen elderly residents for the past forever. ‘Seniors Scenery’, they’d call it. The crickets chirping just made it funnier to think about. A bit past the tree line, a field was laid out, a bit hilly but usually a great place to screw around. Hanta shifted his weight on his feet and ducked down a bit to peek for Denki’s eyes, nodding his head towards the plains. “I’m sensing more frogs over there,” he subtly suggested, gripping Denki’s shoulders to steady him. “Im dying.. fuck you- for being funny,” Kaminari grunted in reply, feeling his face muscles start to stiffen in that stupid grin. “Carry me, please, Prince Charming,” he begged dramatically, shifting with deep breaths as he straightened himself up. His movements were languid, which was probably for the best, since he was sure he’d become a sprinkler if he turned his head too fast. So carry him he did. Denki handed him the bottle of whitney to hold while he hoisted himself into his back, grin widening like a kid having compliments shoved down their throat. Sero wobbled for a second before steadying, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and taking a swig before holding it up for denki. “Onward, steed! Onward!” The voice came from above him, and he made his way through the branches. “I’m onwarding!” Sero shouted back. Most of the branches ended up whapping denki in the face, making an almost satisfying sound. “Halt steed halt!” The rider called, using the bottle as a sword for the trees and covered his face with his arm as sero picked up speed, using his tape to grip onto Denki’s shins. But when he broke the tree line, he felt his heart leave his ass. “Oh, NOW you decide to stop?” Denki sputtered as he wiped his face from leaves and spiderwebs. “Shii,” Hanta responded, squinting his eyes while looking out at the horizon to make sure he wasn’t seeing some random fence post. “Fuck you mean ouu shi?” “There’s someone down there,” he lowered his voice which forced his words to slur slightly, tilting his head up for a horrendous view of his host. Just then he felt both his hands pushing on his head, nearly twinging his neck in the process. Denki leap frogged himself over his head as sero winced and hunched over. Before he could stop the drunk, Kaminari was sprinting over to the dark figure, jacket waving in the air and bottle held up after a shot like the end of a redneck cowboy film. “You lonely out here?!” He’d shout, hearing the almost immediate sprinting of sero behind him. Now he didn’t know if he was chasing or being chased. He knew Sero could use the tape, but the image of the frog flashing in his mind made him a bit more cocky, weaving through the grass lile a football player. Or at least it seemed to be on purpose.

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