𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑅 ♕ h. sero

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉

"damn duck tape i didn't expect you to aim so low."

bakugo had his eyes closed shut, sitting on the expensive UA chairs with his feet propped up on the desk. a small smirk lingering on his lips, like he had been waiting to insult the living hell out of me for forever.

currently, i was being held back by denki and mina from going straight at him and clobbering his ass to the ground. sero stood next to us, hands up in front of him with a sour smile on his face,

before sero nor i could get a hit at his snobby little face, kirishima stepped in from behind, grabbing bakugo by the shoulders and looking at us.

"he doesn't mean it,"

kiri chuckled heartily, squeezing bakugo's shoulders whilst also activating his quirk to which a small scream came out of him.

"let go shitty hair."

kiriahima held on with a scarily strong grip on his shoulders, veins protruding from his hands and a terrifying smile on his face. he kept on looking at bakugo with that same smile until he surrendered and looked at me wearily. slightly looking down, he put a hand up,

"tch, dont fuck it up or whatever."

school had started and denki had instantly called the entire class to tell them about the surprising news, i couldn't really look at sero without being an awkward mess. constantly reconsidering the decisions i made

during english, jirou grouped up with me and ashido. we made small talk whilst trying to analyze shakespeare, i was surprised that even president mic liked the man.

"i didn't take you as the type to fall for sero though."

jirou put straight, highlighting a specific line in the script and annotating besides it,

dumb bitch goes crazy after killing the king.

"why's that?"

"you're perfect? and you get with the stoner that smells like axe 24/7."

ashido let out a silent squeal, trying desperately not to laugh and covering her mouth, tears almost brimming at her eyes,

"i mean, atleast he doesn't smell like todoroki."

both the girls nodded in unison, todoroki usually smelled of weed all the time, even when he occasionally took showers, it was a strong, intoxicating smell. his eyes were usually red and he'd have a monster in one hand, his blunt rolled up in another. izuku got him into them,

i remember them quietly talking about something near the corner of the elevator and izuku handing him a plastic bag with some cans in it. the next day, todoroki was passed out on the couch, a dozen cans of monster scattered across the floor. to this day, his hair grease marks could still be seen on that one corner of the couch. we usually have mineta sit there on movie nights.

"even aizawa covers his nose when shoto walks by."

we all nodded again. a memory popped into my mind and i started laughing to myself,

"remember that time all might patted his head to congratulate him on the sports festival and then he looked at his hand and made that face."

mina erupted into laughter to which my head flew back onto the chair and my stomach hurt every time i took a breath, remembering the hilarious memory. the look on endeavours face when all might rubbed his hand on his suit and the completely neutral reaction todoroki had to it.

maybe having friends isn't such a bad thing.

"should we go now?"

i leaned back on my chair to look directly up at sero and slightly nodded,