Sero, your laid-back, stoner classmate, sat across from you, utterly captivated by your every word. Though his usual relaxed demeanor was heightened by the haze of his constant state, it didn't change the way he looked at you. His gaze, soft yet full of admiration, was locked on you as you rambled on about something you were truly passionate about. His love-struck smile never faltered, and he hung on every syllable that left your lips, his heart skipping with every word.

"Mhm..." He hummed, his voice dreamy and distant as he nodded in acknowledgment, an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, the kind that only came from being utterly enchanted by you. Even when Sero wasn’t high, this was him—always content, always a little goofy, but always completely in love with you. It didn't matter what you said; to him, you could talk about anything and he'd still think you were the most beautiful, captivating person in the world.