You two guys are shipped. Like, a lot.

Sero had just woken up in his dorm room. Walking out into the corridor, still half asleep, he still hadn’t remembered that you had lent him one of your shirts, which, admittedly, is a bit big on him.

Upon noticing, everyone else began to exchange knowing glances, while you were blissfully unaware in the kitchen, too invested in finding something to eat. Meanwhile, Sero walked into the common kitchen too, still groggy and with his black hair a bit disheveled.