Thread by @JulesWatchesMHA

It was a tie! Regardless, let's jump into this.

#srrk, sfw, no quirks - alt careers, will add more tags as needed.

https://twitter.com/JulesWatchesMHA/status/1599925413383655424

Hanta Sero was not someone that people would describe as "romantic". At least, not with the people he got with. Loyal to a fault, sure. He could certainly be described as suave, charismatic, good-looking.

His friends called him a fuck boy.

Not that he minded. It was the name he had unintentionally made for himself. He wasn't a jerk to the people he was with. He just never felt the need for the dating part.

He didn't like romance. And he was okay with that. He didn't need it.

Except, all of his friends were getting into their own relationships now, and he was feeling a bit left out. Mina was with Ochaco, Bakugou was with Kirishima, even Denki had found someone in Shinsou.

They always had partners on hang-out nights. Which is how he ended up alone, in a club, nursing the drink he had ordered, lounging back on the booth. He wasn't bitter - he loved his friends and their partners! It just felt odd being a seventh wheel.

He crossed his ankles and let the beat of the music wash over him, an easy dancing song he might need to go dance to later. When his eyes opened again, they met those of a beautiful man. His eyes were bicolored and his hair was split-dyed. He had a bumpy scar over one eye.

"Are you okay?" The man asked, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. The monotone of his words was surprisingly nice.

"Fine. Just listening to the music." He responded.

"Can I sit?" He asked, expensive shirt undone at the top to show off gorgeous, pale, unblemished skin.

"Be my guest." Hanta responded, smiling. The man sat across from him, looking out at the dance floor.

"So, what do you do?"

"For work?" Hanta wondered. The man nodded, unphased look on his face. "Why you wanna know? See something you like?" He asked, winking.

"Just making conversation. My friends say I'm bad at it."

What is Sero's job?

What is Todoroki's job?

"I am a tattoo artist." Hanta responded after a moment, rolling up his sleeves to show off the myriad of ink strewn across his skin. "I work with one of my best friends. We co-own the parlor." He explained. "Maybe you can come visit sometimes."

"Probably not." The man said softly, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink. "I am not allowed to get tattoos." He added, as though that clearly explained everything.

"Says who?" Hanta wondered, leaning forward. He could hang on this gorgeous strangers every word.

"My father." He responded. "He owns the modeling company I work for. Models don't have tattoos."

"You're a model?" The man nodded. "Damn. I knew you were pretty, only makes sense you'd let other people know it too." He said with a wink. The man just cocked his head.

"It was not a choice. I work for my father." He said, stoic as ever. Hanta would love to get to know him a bit better.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, standing and extending his hand to him.

"I don't know how to dance."

"I'll teach you, then." He replied with a wink. The man glanced at the dance floor and then nodded, setting his glass on the table and taking Hanta's hand.

They weaved through the maze of people to the center of the floor.

Hanta pressed himself close to the man and guided his hands to rest on his shoulders. His own hands found the mans slim waist, and slowly helped him sway to the beat.

"I'm Sero Hanta, by the way." He said in the mans ear. There was a light blush dusting the pale skin from the closeness.

"Todoroki Shouto."

What happens next?