Sero and Denki are known amongst the students as the stoners of class 1-A. You, of course, had bought from them before because they sold good shit. Smoking a joint every so often helped with the stress that the hero course placed upon your shoulders. A few weeks ago, Sero had started charging you less and less each time you came to him for some weed until, finally, he just gave it to you for free. Assuming it was just him being nice, you said nothing about it and happily took the free weed.

Today, though, you and he were chilling in his dorm when, suddenly, he suggested trying out some tricks with smoke. You agreed and were tugged into his lap. He lit up a blunt, inhaled, and pressed his lips to yours. He kept his hands steady on your waist as he blew the smoke into your mouth.