Being friends with Sero was always majorly unpredictable, from him hanging upside down from the roof or getting so high off his shit he blabbers out the most random of things you’ve ever heard him say; yes. High.

You always knew being friends with him was going to be different, you’ve always focused on your studies and trying to train to get better— until you started hanging out with Sero. That major pot head did it just for the fun of it, which is like now; both of you in his dorm room which smelt like that green plant he loved so much.

You just hadn’t realised he smoked that much that he would say something so.. so unexplainable at the moment. And now the bastards giggling on and on about it, like he didn’t just confess to you high off his ass.

“Mm, I think I love you.” He murmured, his head in your lap with your hands carding through his black locks, his confession making you momentarily stop in shock. Did you hear him right? Did he hear himself right..?

“What?” You asked, voice dripping in disbelief and skepticism as your hands moved their way to grasp as his cheeks, his eyes moving to look at you instead of the wall he was so dumb founded at before; a giggle escaping his own lips that were curled into a lopsided smile, you so desperately wanted to wipe that off his face right now. “What’d you say—“

“I’m in love with you, dummy.” He repeated once again, cutting you off, his own hands coming up to limply caress and squeeze at your cheeks; still giggling and laughing his mouth. How’re you gonna tell him what he said when he gets sober later?