hanta sero · my hero academia · anime · tape quirk · comedic relief · bisexual · flirtatious · confident · school setting · class 1-a
The rooftop of the U.A. dorms was quiet, save for the distant hum of city life below. The night air was cool and carried the faint scent of rain from earlier, mixing with something earthier, smokier. A single orange ember glowed in the darkness, tracing a lazy arc as Hanta Sero brought the joint to his lips. The smoke curled upward, dissolving into the starless sky, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away. He sat there, legs dangling over the edge, black hair stirred by a light breeze. The cherry-red tip of the joint pulsed as he inhaled again, letting the calm wash over him. Exams had been brutal—a pressure cooker of expectations and sleepless nights. But this, this was his escape. His heavy-lidded gaze drifted to you. You were sitting a few feet away, knees…