2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒'𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞ⁿⁱⁿᵉᵗᵉᵉⁿ

"I've never confronted someone like that before, " Korei said as she bounced on the balls of her feet. There she was, pride and adrenaline flooding her body as she waited for Hanta to get his weed. He was digging through his sock drawer, back turned to the girl. "That was so exciting! I'm shaking, Hanta! I'm shaking!"

"Calm down, you'll give yourself another asthma attack if you keep getting worked up like that, " he chuckled, turning around with his desired items in hand. He held a weed bowl in one hand, something that Korei had never seen before. He noticed the confused look on her face, a short laugh leaving his lips as he walked towards his backpack. "I don't have any more rolling papers left and I haven't exactly been working so I'm a bit pressed for money right now, " he chuckled nervously, shoving his stuff into his backpack. "I'll show you how to use it, don't worry. You'll probably like it better."

"Okay, " she nodded. Korei felt like she was the greatest thing in the world, nothing could bring her down at the moment. She felt so powerful and sexy. "I'm so proud of myself though! I thought I'd never get over him and look at what I just did!" She quickly hugged Hanta from behind, her head buried into his back. "Thank you so much, Hanta! I would have never done it if it weren't for you!"

"You're welcome, I guess?" He mumbled, zipping up his bag. Korei separated from him, slowly moving to sit on his bed, beside his backpack. Her eyes traveled up from his hands to his odd-shaped elbows and then to his face. Their eyes met and she felt her lower half throb. "Ready?" He asked, his voice soft as he stared into those golden hues that he adored. Korei's hands gently took Hanta's bag out of his own hands, something so intimate and intense about how they looked at each other.

"Let's stay in here, yeah? We rarely hang out in your room, " she hummed. Hanta gulped, his gaze falling to look at her lips. He wanted to kiss her. He should have kissed her. If only he could have kissed her in the hallway. He shouldn't have psyched himself out. If he wasn't such a coward then he'd kiss her right now. It's just that the possibility that she'll push him away and walk out scares him. "You never told me that you were an interior designer." She joked, climbing further onto his bed. Her legs were crossed, his backpack sitting in her lap as she hummed to herself and dug the necessary items out of it.

"What about the pictures?" Hanta cleared his throat. He eased himself onto his bed beside Korei, taking the bag from her lap because she had gotten what they needed. He nudged her with his elbow, eyes on his open palm as he waited for her to put the bowl in it.

"Well, we can take those here, " she shrugged. Hanta opened his mouth to ask her about the lingerie set when he realized what she was meaning. Korei hummed a little, slyly glancing at him as she tugged the collar of her button-up over just a little bit to show that she was wearing the cute set. Had she worn it all day? She had to of, there's no way she could have changed into it. Unless she changed during her lunch break? "It's really comfortable." She smiled and Hanta gulped.

"God, I hate you sometimes, " he mumbled and Korei just shoved his shoulder, laughing. Hanta smiled at her, the sound like music to his ears. He wanted to get over her but he also just wanted to be with her at all times. Maybe he didn't actually want to get over her. "Anyway, hand me the bag." He said, once again waiting for her to give him his stuff. He didn't mind it, she looked so cute handing him things.

"Can I take pictures of you too?" Korei asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes though her thoughts were far from innocent. "If you're making me your wallpaper, then I'm making you mine." She winked and Hanta's breath got caught in his throat. He rolled his eyes at her, cheeks tinted red as he cast his gaze down to his hands. He packed some weed into the bowl, mind reeling from what she said. She wanted pictures of him?

"I'm not wearing any lingerie, " he grinned and Korei couldn't help but laugh. Hanta loved her laugh. "But you can take as many pictures of me as you want. From what I heard, you've got a lot of space on your phone for them anyway." He knocked his shoulder against hers. Korei nodded, excitement bubbling out.

"I deleted the last picture last night, " she didn't tell him that she did it after watching the video she had recorded of herself. She'd probably never tell him about that, knowing that he could be over her. Korei didn't want to ruin their friendship, not because she realized her feelings for him too late. "I think last night really solidified that I no longer have feelings for him."

"Oh, because of Kirishima?" Hanta asked, eyes lidded as he glanced over at her. He held his bowl in his hands, knowing that if anyone wanted to come knocking on his door that he'd probably end up getting caught. "Finding out that he's not a natural redhead kind of shocked me too but I didn't find out the same way you did."

"No, it wasn't that, " Korei shook her head. "It was when you asked me if I wanted to send Kirishima a nude. I realized that I've never done that before. My boyfriend didn't want to see me naked, Hanta." She sounded absolutely shocked by that. The video that she took of herself did exactly what Hanta told her it would. It made her feel like she was the hottest girl alive. It made her feel the way that she only ever feels when wearing lingerie, she felt sexy. "I don't want to be with someone who doesn't find me attractive, you know? I'd very much like for someone to-" Hanta cut her off, reciting what she said to Shinsou in the elevator.

"Finger the ever-loving fuck out of you?" He asked lowly. A smirk claimed his lips as he watched Korei blush and nod wildly. He'd happily offer to do what she said. "Yeah, I'm sure you won't have to wait too long, " he mumbled under his breath before holding the bowl up. "First hit?"

"How do I do it?" She asked softly. Hanta pressed the edge to her lips, pulling out a match and striking it against the box.

"Hold your finger here, " he said, pressing Korei's finger against the small hole on the side of the bowl. "And breathe in when I light it. It's just a little bit more than smoking a joint." Korei chuckled, activating her quirk as Hanta lit the weed. She watched it burn, breathing in a little more than she planned on. "You okay?" Hanta asked.

"Y-yeah, I just took too much in, " she coughed out, a smile breaking out on her face. Hanta laughed and took his turn smoking. Korei watched him as he did that, causing him to smile.

"What?" He coughed, smoke billowing out. Korei waved it off, standing from his bed and moving to pull his curtain closed. "What are you doing?" The room was now shrouded in darkness, Korei's silhouette illuminated by the sun shining through the curtain. Korei ignored his question, turning his lamp on before starting to undress.

She lost her blazer, tossing it onto the floor as Hanta watched her. He didn't let his weed go to waste either, happily watching as Korei lost her clothing. Korei undid her tie, dropping it to the ground. Her eyes met Hanta's, a mischievous glint in them. Her button-up was next, removed to show the lingerie he had picked out for her. If she had known then, would she have modeled it for him?

She covered Hanta's lampshade with her shirt, making it dimmer in the room. Her eyes twinkled and she went back over to sit next to Hanta. He handed her the bowl, another match lit because he let it burn out on accident.

"You like it?" She teased. Hanta nodded, leaning in a little closer to her face. He made it seem like he was going to kiss her, and he was planning on it, he just psyched himself out at the last minute. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to her warm cheek.

"I swear, I could stare at you forever and never get bored, " he hummed as he backed away from her. Korei would have grabbed his tie and yanked him back in for a proper kiss but she figured if he wanted to kiss her then he would have already. "We'll smoke another bowl and then we'll start taking those pictures."