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Sighing in the backyard, you pressed a cigarette to your lips. It was empty, once again, due to people participating in classes, but because of you being the only art student out of the group, it became a little lonely at times. It turns out Jirou was in the same class as Sero, and Ashido and Kaminari also shared one, while you hadn't been able to make a single friend in your classes. Muttering under your breath, you decided to open your phone, seeing if anybody was available, but you'd still been left on delivered by everybody but Kirishima, who had began typing but stopped half way through. Everyone was busy but you.
Resting your head against the wall, you glanced around. A couple students had just popped through the gates, one with a bass guitar sitting on his back, and you sat up, wondering if the music classes has ended. Checking your phone religiously again, you noticed that Jirou was still in her class, and you pouted. What was taking her so long?
"Hey!"
Surprised, your head shot up, and popping through the gate was Sero, the black-haired man you'd met just a day prior. The group of you were to meet up in his accommodation later on in the day for a movie night, yet he was the one you'd spoken to the least. Kaminari & Ashido spoke your ears off, whereas Kirishima and you had spent a little time getting to know each other the night before when having a joint. Sero, however, had been at work the night prior and you simply hadn't had much time to talk to him.
"Am I okay to sit with you?" he asked politely, a wide smile plastered across his face as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a yellow & black striped tube holding a joint. "Came out for a smoke but I wouldn't mind sharing with you. If you're interested."
"I thought you were in class, with Kyoka," you chuckled, shuffling to the side for him to sit, and patting the bench. He followed suit, plopping himself down and dumping his bag on the ground. "But I'm not complaining. I'd love some!"
He grinned, pulling a lighter out and flicking it open to light his joint. He took a deep breath in, gently blowing the smoke away from your face before speaking. "I was, but I finished earlier than she did. Did all my assignments early, so I thought I'd come out for a spliff. Didn't expect to see you though, Y/n!"
Passing you the joint, his fingers gently brushed against yours, and your heart fluttered a little. Yet, you were unsure why. You'd never had such a reaction to a man you'd JUST met, even if they were really attractive. Maybe it was the politeness. Or maybe the weed talking. But he was really kind, and one of the very few men who seemed interested in what you had to say without any hidden motives. He just seemed genuine.
"Likewise," you grinned, taking a few puffs before checking your phone. A couple of the others had finished class and were asking where you were, but right now, this was nice, so you turned your phone over. "So, what do you do? Well, what instrument do you play?"
