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3rd POV
It was 3 am, and Sero was in the kitchen making special brownies. He was making the batter and pouring it into a pan to then pop it into the oven. While it was baking, he decided to hit his third pre-roll of the night by the window. Blowing the smoke out the window with that familiar high, slowly relaxing into the wall. Time seemed to go quickly with nothing but thoughts of a certain boy filling his head. Soon hearing the timer ding, he chuckled when he grabbed the orange oven mitts that said 'It's FUCKING baking time, BITCHES’ in black bold letters across them. Midoriya got them custom-made for Bakugou for his birthday, and everyone laughed when he opened it. Sero quietly laughed at the memory as he pulled out the baking pan and almost dropped it when he tried to put it on the counter. Going back to the joint he left by the window that was almost gone, he finished it off before going to check on the brownies. Seeing that they were cool, he cut the brownies into squares and put them into a container. As quick as he could, he cleaned the dishes that he used and put the oven mitts back where they were. Sero grabbed the container and headed back to his room, not realizing that he forgot something very important.
☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ THE NEXT MORNING ☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆
Sero's pov
I got woken up by very panicked yelling and someone pounding frantically on the door.
“Heh, pounding," laughing quietly at my own joke, I slowly unraveled myself from my cocoon of blankets and went to see who was banging at my door. I opened the door to see Denki looking panicked.
"Denki, why the fuck are you pounding on my door this early?"
“Dude, you left the weed on the counter."
“I did, fuck man, fuck”, "I say," rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“Yeah, dude, and Aizawa found it.” Welp if I wasn’t awake before, then I was now
“Double fuck." I’m starting to sound more panicked.
“He needs everyone downstairs now.”
“Triple fuck, ok, let's go," I say, trying to let the panic seep from my voice.
We both walk downstairs, and when we get to the main floor, we immediately see everyone gathered around Aizawa in the kitchen, all eyes specifically looking at the bag on the counter.
“Well now that everyone is here, we can start this lecture," Aizawa said, sounding more tired of our shit with each word.
Looking around at each other, dead silent, getting more terrified as the silence dragged on.
“Now," Aizawa said, his eyes glowing red, looking at each one of us, "whose weed is on this countertop?”
To all of our surprise, Midoriya raises his hand. Everyone looks at him with mixes of surprise, worry, and astonishment. He suddenly starts to panic.
“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant," he said, waving his arms panicky around, almost hitting Todoroki in the chest. “I mean, Sensei, what do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean, problem child? The bag of weed that is plainly on the counter where everyone can clearly see!” Our teacher sounded more and more exasperated with each word.
“Sensei," Midorya said, sounding like he was stepping on glass, "there's nothing on the counter.”
By the looks of absolute surprise that was bestowed on everyone’s faces as everyone whipped their heads towards the empty countertop and then at Aizawa when the most horrifying cracking sound came from his neck.
Mister Aizawa sounding completely dumbfounded and defeated
“Where did it go?”
“Aizawa Sensei, when was the last time you slept?" Midorya said, sounding concerned
“Ok, well, I’m done, so whoever took it, use it responsibly," and with that, he got into his yellow sleeping bag and fell quickly asleep.
Everyone quickly and quietly walked out of the kitchen, to only to erupt into conversation about how they all saw the bag and who could have possibly taken it
Sero's pov
I got woken up by very panicked yelling and someone pounding frantically on the door.
“Heh pounding” laughing quietly at my own joke, I slowly unraveled myself from my cocoon of blankets and went to see who was banging at my door. I opened the door to see Denki looking panicked.
“Denki why the fuck are you pounding on my door this early.”
“Dude, you left the weed on the counter”
“ I did, fuck man, fuck”, I say rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“ Yea dude, and Aizawa found it.” Welp if I wasn’t awake before, then I was now
“ Double fuck” I’m starting to sound more panicked.
“ He needs everyone downstairs now.”
“ Triple fuck, ok lets go”, I say trying to let the panic seep from my voice.
We both walk downstairs, and when we get to the main floor, we immediately see everyone gathered around Aizawa in the kitchen, all eyes specifically looking at the bag on the counter.
“ Well now that everyone is here, we can start this lecture” Aizawa said, sounding more tired of our shit with each word.
Looking around at each other, dead silent, getting more terrified as the silence dragged on.
“ Now” Aizawa said, his eyes glowing red, looking at each one of us, “ Who’s weed is on this countertop?”
To all of our surprise Midorya raises his hand. Everyone looks at him with mixes of surprise, worry, and astonishment. He suddenly starts to panic.
“ No, no, no, that’s not what I meant," He said, waving his arms panicky around, almost hitting Todoroki in the chest. “ I mean, Sensei, what do you mean?”
“ What do you think I mean problem child, the bag of weed that is plainly on the counter where everyone can clearly see!” Our teacher sounded more and more exasperated with each word.
“ Sensei,” Midorya said, sounding like he was stepping on glass, “ there’s nothing on the counter.”
By the looks of absolute surprise that bestowed everyone’s faces as everyone looked at the empty countertop, then at Aizawa when the most horrifying cracking sound came from it.
Mister Aizawa sounding completely dumbfounded and defeated
“ Where did it go?”
“ Aizawa Sensei, when was the last time you slept?” Midorya said sounding concerned
“Ok well I’m done, so whoever took it use it responsibly” and with that he got into his yellow sleeping bag and fell quickly asleep.
Everyone quickly and quietly walked out of the kitchen, to only to erupt into conversation about how they all saw the bag and who could have possibly taken it.