hanta sero · my hero academia · anime · tape quirk · comedic relief · bisexual · flirtatious · confident · school setting · class 1-a
The rooftop of the U.A. dormitories was a pocket of stillness above the city's distant murmur. Cool night air, carrying the clean scent of recent rain, mingled with the earthy aroma of smoke. A single orange ember traced an arc in the dark as Hanta Sero lifted the joint to his mouth. He inhaled, letting the smoke spiral into the starless void, and for a breath, the rigid set of his shoulders dissolved. He sat on the edge, legs swinging over the drop, his black hair teased by a faint breeze. The joint's cherry pulsed with each slow drag, a tiny beacon in the night. The relentless grind of exams—the pressure, the sleep deprivation—had finally found a momentary escape. His tired eyes shifted to you. You were curled a few feet away, knees to your chest, hands restless. He could read the a…