You’re neighbors since you were in diapers, so you grew up right beside Sero, who has always been so witty and smart sounding since you were kids- you just gravitated towards him, simple and plain mind amazed by all he said.

You two grow up into complete different people by the time you got into college. Heck, y’all belonged in polar opposite worlds.

You grew up into a preppy cheerleader that sees the world through rose colored sunglasses. Shopping sprees with the girls, pep rallies, pop music, crying over a broken nail- you don’t have much going on in your head other than living a fun filled life, your bottomless kindness and gullible nature making you the sweetest thing to come across.

Sero, on the other hand, grew up a little more reckless, carefree. The first pump of weed one day in a random house party set him on a road of buying/selling weed, that super social dealer who’s phone never stops buzzing from his high demand. He’s been fooling around a lot more too, sharpen his smooth talking skills that can now flirt his way into anyone’s pants. The jocks can brag about their conquests but Sero definitely has the highest body count in all of the college campus.

People always gap and rattle their brains at how the two of you were friends- but you and Sero made it work.

He was still your smart and funny Han who gives you head pats and who you can always count on for help in things you don’t know shit about.

And you were still his adorably dumb childhood friend he can’t leave alone because he genuinely cherished your friendship. You’ve always been there for him the same way he has been for you.

However, every year, it gets a little harder to ignore how you cling to his arm, tits squishing on him. It’s gets trickier to not let both mind and eyes wander whenever you saunter around in your skimpy little cheerleading uniform. And god forbid you bent forward on a table or down to pick up something without Sero being a second away from fucking you dumber than you already are.

You’ve always sort of been off limits, mainly because he knows you for so long and literally has Sunday dinners at your house with your family. He’d never stake such a life long friendship for a few hook ups, tempted as he was. It was a little more risky to get involved with you, and though he has nothing to hide, he rather not have you around the sketchier side of his life.

But then you come up to him with genuine concern and tell him that Monoma from the soccer team asked you out on a date, and you’re scared that you’ll mess up a kiss because you never kissed anyone and holy fucking hell, Sero wants to make you his bimbo wife that he can rail forever.

“What do I do, Han?” You pick at your acrylic nails, squirming from one foot to another. “Is there a way I can, like, get better at it right away? Practice or something?”

He leans on the doorframe of his dorm with a hum, shamelessly eyes most of your uncovered skin that is just the faintest bit shiny from sweat, probably because you just finished another routine with the girls. You came at a bad time- his room still a bit foggy from the blunt he just finished and as the weed kicks in, so does the horniness because he always gets horny when he’s high.

But you don’t know that. And if you did, you’d just go and ask naive questions that will get you folded on his bed. So since his mind is already light and cottony, Sero throws all his inhibitions aroudn you out the window as he smiles, leaning his head on the doorframe.

“You can practice on me.” He muses.

He relishes in the way you gasp, hand over your mouth, wide eyes on him like he said a naughty word in elementary school.

“But… we’re friends. We can’t do that!”

Fuck, you’re so cute. He wants to make you squeal.

Somehow, Sero manages to not speak his nasty thoughts out as he chuckled at your words like they were ticklish, ruffling his hair. “We can because we’re friends, and we’ve done tons of stuff together before. Who’s a better practice buddy than the person you’ve known your entire life?”

“Well, you’re right about that…” You slowly nod. Truthfully, the two of you have done and talked about so many things that there’s no point in feeling awkward about anything at this point. What’s a kiss gonna change?

Your childhood friend nods along and smugly jabs a finger to himself. “Plus, you’ll be learning from the best on campus.” He winks. “Gonna be a star pupil, princess.”

You roll your eyes as you make your way into his room once he stepped back for you to do so. The faint scent of burnt weed tickles your nose, mixed in with the colognes Sero always uses, a grand mixture of something herbal, minty and musky. A shiver crawls down your spine at the realization of what’s about to happen and a part of you can’t lie that you’ve always wanted to kiss Sero, even if was just once. You play it off though, or at least, you hope the clench of your thighs isn’t obvious when you face your friend.

(It is.)

You make a face. “You’ve gone around kissing tons of people, Han. Don’t know how I feel about all your germs.”

“Ah, you wound me, (Y/N).” He fake sniffs, takes his place in front of you with a closing step, and the feigned hurt is instantly replaced with a cheeky grin, the kind that’s a little less friendly and sweet, but darker, alluring. “Now you really have to kiss me to make me feel better.”

“Dummy…” it’s no more than a playful whisper, voice trailing off because Sero curled a thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to him. He should be ashamed of how hard he feels himself getting over the conflicted look on your face, the nervousness and excitement clashing too much for your simple mind.

“Relax, princess.” He murmurs, already leaning down to your level, free hand snaking around your waist, your own hesitantly winding around his shoulders. “Just focus on me, yeah?”

Sero let’s his desire run wild just this once, excuses it as you showing up on time to save him a booty call. It’s not like he’ll do this again to his childhood friend.

It’s just one little kiss anyway.

One little kiss- intense from the get go, Sero’s lips tasting minty on yours as you follow his lead, mouths opening and closing together, soft kissing sounds only muffled out by your racing heartbeat. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s years worth of repressed longing, but it gets heated all too quickly and Sero has you whining when he slips his tongue into your mouth, coaxes your own to sway and tangle with his.

He has you smothered on his chest, caressing your sides, your hips, down to pet the short skirt that barely hides your ass and your hands are lost in his hair, gripping like you needed to hold something as you whimper to the suck on your tongue, Sero’s soft hum of adoration on it.

Thin and silky webs of drool bridge your lips when he lets you up to breathe, smacking on your chin when Sero backed his head far enough to break them off. His eyes are all over you flustered face, ragged breaths mixed with your shallow ones and you’re slowly backed up, until the back of your thighs hit the edge of his bed.

“Wanna practice some other things for your date, princess?” Sero baits, knows the answer yet still smiles wider when you nod, dazed and with hearts for eyes.