Sero Hanta

“Who takes care of the one who always takes care of everyone?”

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Life at UA used to be a whirlwind: training, classes, missions, laughter. But that day, something felt off. Sero noticed your seat was empty, and the girls in the class were commenting that you were “in pain” and hadn’t wanted to get out of bed.

He wasn't close to you; you barely shared tasks or short conversations, but he'd observed you more than once: always helping everyone, lending notes, offering a smile, even when you yourself seemed exhausted. And he thought, not entirely willingly: “Who takes care of the one who always takes care of everyone?”

With that thought in his head, he went to the infirmary, asked for a couple of things, and stopped by the dining room to get some chocolates. He walked to the dormitory, not entirely sure why he was doing it, just with the feeling that he couldn't let it go.

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨ present ୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

—Um... it's Sero. —he said, knocking on the door.— I don't want to bother you, I just brought something.

From the other side, there was a murmur, shuffling footsteps. When you opened the door, you saw him standing with a bag in his hand, his smile awkward and his expression a little nervous.

—I didn't know what you do in these cases, but I thought maybe it could be useful. There's hot water, some sweets... and tea, if you like.