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Y/N knew when Sero was getting high, because Bob Marley would play extremely loudly from his bedroom, disturbing her peace

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Y/N knew when Sero was getting high, because Bob Marley would play extremely loudly from his bedroom, disturbing her peace. Nobody else seemed to mind the sound, but Y/N couldn't stand it, probably due to her inexplicable hatred for Sero. Neither of them could actually explain why they hated each other, it just kind of happened.

She'd always scold him for his loud music and he'd always fail to turn it down, but she didn't stop. So, for the fourth time this week (it was Tuesday) she was storming to her classmates bedroom and banging on his door.

"What?!" He yelled from inside, not as calm as he usually was when he was smoking.

"Turn your stupid music off, nobody but you fucks with Bob Marley. In fact, I don't even think you fuck with Bob Marley, it's the same song on repeat all the time!"

"Oh, L/N, just the girl I need!"

She heard Sero scrambling around his room until he reached the door. If he needed her for something, it surely couldn't be good. She rolled her eyes as his door flung open, revealing him with slightly messy hair and clothes.

"The fuck happened to you?"

"I lost my grinder. You and Kami are the only people who I can think of who'd need it, and I already ransacked Kaminari's room, and my own, so-"

"I am not letting you of all people ransack my room. I have my own grinder, I don't need yours. I'll help you look for it if it helps avoid you going into my bedroom, though."

"Thanks, my goat."

"Shut up."

Y/N walked away from the boys bedroom and into the common room, where a few of the girls were sat around the couches. She smiled at them, hoping to get this search over with so she could spend some time with them.

"Have any of you guys seen Sero's grinder? He looks like he's going crazy."

"Is this it?" Tsu asked, holding the yellow grinder between her fingers, "We found it on the couch earlier, thought it was some kind of jewellery box."

"Yeah, that's it. Thank you."

She took the small thing from Tsu and headed back to Sero's bedroom, glad she wasn't searching up and down like he was. Still, how didn't he notice it was just on the couch? What an idiot.

"Found it," she said as she appeared in Sero's doorway.

"Oh my god, finally."

He went to take it from Y/N's hand, but she held it back, out of his reach. "Nah, pay up, I want five dollars for it."

"Man, what the hell? It's my grinder."

"Last I heard it was finders keepers. Can't spare some change?"

"Not for you. If you're broke just say that, I'm sure Yaomomo will help out."

"I'm not broke, I just enjoy inconveniencing you."

"Well aren't you such a day of sunshine? Give me the fucking grinder, L/N. I'll fight you."

"Fight me then."

She wasn't expecting him to actually fight her, she was just expecting him to jump forward and grab the grinder, which he probably could given the length of his arms.

Instead, she felt his tape wrap around her waist, throwing her into his before and only the ground. In the shock, she dropped the grinder, which fell right onto her lip.

"Ow!" She yelled, her hand coming up to hold her mouth, "You bruised my lip."

"Um, no," Sero bent down to grab the grinder from the grounder, hovering above her for just a second, "You bruise your lip when you dropped my grinder that you stole. Deserved." When Y/N didn't make another witty remark, Sero grew actually concerned. "Shit, are you actually hurt?"

"Yes, idiot, my lip's gonna swell!"

Sero held a hand out for Y/N to stand up. She accepted it, but let go once she was on her feet.

"You want me to kiss it better?" He asked, a stupid smirk on his face.

"I'd rather get hit by a car."

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