Hanta Sero
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It was a crisp fall morning, your feet crunching along the fallen leaves as you rush to the school. You’ve woken up late, again.
You manage to beat the clock, just in time like always as you take a seat next to your friend, Hanta Sero. He grins at you and raises a brow, taking in your messy form.
“Overslept again?”
He grins, eyeing you up once more, your messy hair and flushed face and how you’re out of breath from running, before turning back to his phone with a smirk.