2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ-ᵗʷᵒ

"Do you have any hand sanitizer?" Korei asked Hanta as she slipped into his room. The boy cringed, realizing why exactly she needed it. She blushed and apologized, averting her gaze. Why did she have to ask him? "Sorry."

"Don't apologize for it. You're having fun and that's perfectly fine. It's just like listening to Mina talk about her girlfriends and stuff, " he shrugged, knowing damn well it wasn't like that. For one, he didn't like Mina the same way that he liked Korei. "The hand sanitizer's on my dresser." He mumbled out, shutting the door as the green-haired girl went looking for the bottle of disinfectant. Hanta's eyes followed Korei's figure as she moved so gracefully. A small sigh left his lips and he mentally scolded himself for the question he was about to ask. "So, what'd you and Kiri do, then? You seem...energetic so I'm gonna guess you didn't go all the way?"

"How would you know that? Maybe I'm full of energy after sex?" Korei retorted, sticking her tongue out at him as she rubbed the sanitizer into her hands. Hanta rolled his eyes at her, locking his door and looking around for a towel or something to stuff under the crack. He liked to take that precaution now, ever since the little incident in Korei's room. 

"I'm just saying that if a person was really interested in you then you wouldn't be walking for at least the rest of the day, " he shrugged and grabbed a dirty shirt from off the ground. Korei let out a noise of surprise, her cheek bitten between her teeth. It's not her fault that he put the imagery in her head! "You good?" Hanta asked, his hands finding her shoulders and gently shaking her. Korei nodded, smiling up at him. She didn't realize she had zoned out so much. 

"Yep! I'm fine, " she enthused and he chuckled. Carefully, he moved her to sit on his bed so he could grab his stuff out of his drawer. "So, what have you been up to?" She asked, wondering what exactly he's been doing for the past few days that they hadn't talked. Her time was spent studying, though she'd sometimes video chat with Mina or Kirishima. 

"Uh, work? And before you ask, no, I don't have a specific job. I just sometimes accept rewards for certain hero jobs that I complete, " he explained, taking a seat beside her. "I'm not supposed to do that so don't tell anyone, okay?" He grinned, knocking elbows as the girl giggled.

"Still no rolling papers?" Korei asked. She watched him pack the last little bit of weed that he had into a bowl. Hanta rolled his eyes once again, shaking his head. "Come on now! You're not a broke boy anymore!"

"I am a broke boy. I suck at managing my money, babe. It's like giving candy to a baby and telling them not to eat it. I'm terrible, " he shook his head and Korei giggled. "Seriously though, I just couldn't make time to go to the store until today." He shrugged and watched as Korei struck a match for him. "First hit?"

"You always ask me that, " she mumbled, agreeing and letting him press it to her lips. She lit it and breathed in, golden-brown hues looking up at Hanta through her eyelashes. The look alone sent shivers down the boy's spine. "Why? You bought it, shouldn't you get the first hit?" She asked, smoke pouring from her mouth as she talked. Right then, she realized she needed to activate her quirk. 

"I don't mind giving to you, " he murmured, perking up a little as he breathed in the smell of oranges and weed. "You remembered?" He asked, pressing the bowl to his lips and breathing in. He looked at Korei the same way she looked at him, lidded black eyes staring through thick lashes. Korei felt goosebumps rise on her skin, the look making her whole body react in a way that it probably shouldn't. Not to mention, she was reading way too far into what Hanta had said. He liked giving to her? What else would he give?

"Of course, how could I forget? You just love the smell of oranges and lemons, " she teased, reaching for the bowl. Hanta returned her jesting, holding the bowl away from her as she tried to get it. "Hanta! Give it to me!" She whined and he bit his bottom lip, thoughts running wild.