Cereal

tags:; hangry reader, mentions of food, Sero speaking spanish, mentions of feet, cute ending, sero x reader

wc: 664

Staring at the cereal box on the highest shelf you were irritated.

He always did this but you were not in the mood.

“Sero!”

Hanta heard your tone of voice from the bedroom and froze. You were not happy.

“Yes, mi amor.” He called out hoping his words would calm you down. It didn’t.

“Sero what did I say about putting shit too high!” You yelled out.

He peeked his head out of the doorway, “Um…”

You met his eyes from the kitchen, “Why is the cereal on the highest shelf.”

He sheepishly smiled, “I forgot…”

“I’m going to break my ankle if I have to keep climbing on these counters to get food and if I break my ankle, I’m going to break your neck.” You yelled jumping on the counters reaching for the Fruit Loops. One wrong move and you were going to slip.

Your usual step-stool was MIA causing you to become a monkey once again like when you were a kid.

Sero saw what you were doing and hurried into the kitchen. You were very accident-prone. Usually, you used a chair or something not climb on the counters.

“What are you doing!”

“I’m grabbing food that you think is funny to put out of reach for me.” You called out on your tippy-toes on the ledge, fingers brushing the box.

He came up behind you wrapping his arms around you and putting you on the floor.

“Why do you keep picking me up like a ragdoll.”

He liked how soft you felt, even when you were squirming in his grasp. “Lo siento mi mariposa.” He apologized using your pet name and kissing your temple.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You grumbled, feet finally on the floor.

Sero let out an internal sigh, you weren’t actually mad, just hangry. He could deal with hangry.

Shooting out a piece of tape he tugged and Fruit Loops was in his hands.

“This is what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

He looked at the box then at the kitchen clock /7:06pm/. Putting together why you were so moody.

“What did you eat today?” He stared down at you.

You knew you were in trouble.

“I had breakfast.”

He squinted leaning down towards you. Dark eyes studied yours.

“What was your breakfast?”

Damn it, he knew you too well.

“An…ice coffee.”

Yep, he knew it. You always did this. Drank a coffee then ran around all day forgetting to eat.

“Sit down, I’m making you food.”

“But I want cereal…”

“Shut up.” He sat you down on the couch kissing your cheek before shuffling around in the kitchen.

About an hour later both of you were back on the couch. The dark living room was only lit up by your TV showing one of your favorite trashy reality tv shows.

You were eating a plate of your favorite food, feet in his lap, as he pressed his fingers into the soles of your feet.

“Thank you, babe.” You hummed miraculously in a good mood.

Sero could roll his eyes at you. You were such a baby.

He kissed your leg you smiled at an idea. You brought up your foot to rub against his face.

He groaned pushing your foot away.

“You’re a freak.”

“Only for you baby.” You laughed as he twisted his face away in disgust until you put your foot down.

“Are you going to finish that?” He asked gesturing to the plate in your lap.

You leaned forward fork in hand, “Here you go.”

Hanta opened his mouth making you feed him in his lap. Giving you kisses between bites you smiled at him.

“What?” He asked smiling down at your fingers caressing your hips.

“Nothing I just love you.” You said giving him small pecks.

“You better or next time I cook you’re getting poisoned.” He laughed.

You spent the rest of the night shit-talking the couples on the TV, Hanta eventually falling asleep on top of you on the couch.