If you're wondering, no, it did not look like he was bluffing. He'd been ten feet away from me and all my friends, without any of us knowing. I didn't smoke enough weed for this bullshit.

I angrily shoved my phone back into my pocket, unreasonably pissed off. The worst part is that it was my own damn fault. I should have just tossed my phone, gone all primal and never touched technology again. Instead I pissed off an insane dude with a bomb charge who just broke out of prison. Fun times for everyone.

When I made it to the lunchroom and took my usual spot between my boyfriends, everyone could instantly tell I was in a mood, but when wasn't I at that point? The conversation kind of died off as I sat, everyone looking at me with concern in their eyes.

Katsuki held out a hand and in a tone that clearly said 'no bitching and whining', demanded my phone.

Of course, that didn't matter to me. I just stared at him, lazily blinking. "No."

"Darlin?" Eijirou spoke up and I shifted my weight to face him easier. "You okay?"

"Peachy," I said back, my voice dripping in sarcasm. "Just didn't sleep much last night." It wasn't a complete lie. After smoking with Sero a few days before, I hadn't been able to sleep much. The down side of quitting after being dependent and then picking the habit back up. I knew that the bags under my eyes were enough proof that it was the truth.

Eijirou's frown deepened at my words, fully looking me over. "You want to stay with Katsuki and I tonight?"

My heart squeezed at the offer. Eijirou was the epitome of good, always trying to solve any problem that he comes across just to help whoever was suffering. He made it so hard to lie to him. I forced a strained smile that wasn't fooling anyone. "I'll be fine, Ei. My mom's getting me some melatonin after work, hopefully that'll help a little."

To my surprise, he actually seemed to believe it. I guess it made sense, he wanted to believe that I was getting better and trying to find healthy ways to cope. He was an optimist to a fault. "Just shoot us a text if you need us, alright? Doesn't matter what time it is, we'll be there."

I take it back, the fact he seemed to believe it. The way he was staring dead into my eyes in earnest was a give away. He didn't buy my shit for a second. It was almost annoying how well he knew me at that point. I sheepishly nodded and forcefully turned away from him. "Got it."

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The boys never got a hold of my phone that day, and thank the gods for it. They would have done one of two things, hauled my ass to the police station yet again, or taken the device. I couldn't have Shigaraki texting them all night instead of me, I have no idea what he'd say or do to them because of it.

Plus, I really needed my phone that night.

Katsuki said that weed wasn't going to be a habit, and I had full intentions of following through on that promise. Technically, it wasn't a habit if I didn't smoke every day, right? Besides, could they even get mad if I was just doing it so I could sleep? At that point, I couldn't care less.

That night, after I'd already gone back to my own house, I pulled out my phone and dialed Sero's number. I didn't exactly have any other stoner on speed dial in a fifty mile radius. Well, I guess Shigaraki kinda counted, but it's not like I could call him up and ask him for a twenty bag. Sero it was.

He picked up after two rings.

"Midoriya? What's up, dude?" He sounded a little confused as to why I was calling him at that time, but overall happy to talk to me.

"I need a favor," I said over the phone, keeping my voice down so my mom wouldn't overhear. She wouldn't be a fan of my new bedtime routine either. "But you can't tell Ei and Kat." I ripped the bandaid off as quickly as possible. He'd either be down to help, or he'd hear that stipulation and peace the fuck out. Either way I didn't think he'd snitch about the phone call, just decline or accept to help.

I heard him sigh on the other end and I knew he was already aware of what I wanted. "Dude, they're gonna be pissed."

My sleep deprivation was starting to catch up to me and I replied in a very short and clipped tone. "I don't particularly care. I haven't slept for more than two hours a night and when I don't sleep I get crazy. Do you want to deal with Ei and Kat pissed, or me crazy? You're pick, champ." I can admit that I was being a little petty and ridiculous, but I think anyone in my shoes had earned the right to be petty and ridiculous every once in a while.

Sero let out a snort of laughter and I knew I had won. "I can be at your place in fifteen. Am I going in or are you coming out?" He asked, already grabbing his things and getting ready to leave if the sound of rustling on his end was any indication.

I let out a breath of relief, sleep was finally in my grasp. "The garage door is on the side by Ei and Kat's house, the code is one one zero three. I'll meet you down there."

Sero hummed in acknowledgement. "Sounds good, see ya soon."

"Thank you, Sero," I mumbled before hanging up. After securing the weed, I suddenly felt disgusted. It wasn't even because of the drugs, it was that I was hiding it from my boyfriends and it wasn't even the only thing I was hiding. The secrets just seemed to keep piling up and it was getting harder and harder to breathe under the weight of them.

"Oh," I mumbled aloud, taking inventory of my body. My breathing was now rapid, my hands were clammy, and everything was covered in pins and needles. "Panic attack, great." I actually rolled my eyes and I slid down my wall. I sat with my head and back against the wall, my knees pulled up to my chest, and took the slowest and most even breaths I could manage. I didn't have anyone to call or help, so I was stuck there until I could finally calm down. Panic attacks became second nature to me after everything went down with Shigaraki the first time. Going from constantly high to completely sober overnight was not a fun period in my life.

All the more reason to not go back, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Katsuki flooded into my mind.

I shook my head and pushed myself to stand. "I'm guilting myself with my boyfriend's voice. I'm officially losing it and need to fucking sleep," I grumbled, making my way downstairs and into the garage as quietly as possible.

Unfortunately, my panic attack had taken so long that Sero was already lounging in one of our crappy lawn chairs when I walked in. He peaked his eyes open when he heard the door, and once he saw it was me, held out a baggy of exactly what I needed. "Who's your favorite?" He asked as I snatched the bag from his hand.

"You, like forever you," I exclaimed, hugging the bag to my chest. I was way too damn close to fully breaking down at the prospect of actually being able to relax and sleep.

He lifted his head and stared right into my eyes, one finger pointing at me in accusation. "You did not get that from me though, okay? I don't want to deal with any of the bro code bullshit Kiri will use on me if he finds out."

I nodded quickly, examining the bag in my hand. It wasn't a lot, but that was fine. I didn't need much to sleep.

A sudden realization made my good spirits fall. "Hey," I spoke up as I looked back at him. "You don't happen to have-"

I didn't get to finish my question before he handed me a sleek black tube. He chuckled quietly as I took it from him with little to no hesitation. "I figured you wouldn't have thought that part through," he joked.

The piece wasn't fancy by any means, just a plain black chillum, basically just a glass cigarette shell. It was quite literally perfect for what I needed.
I shot Sero a grateful smile. "Has anyone ever told you that you're amazing?"

He lazily shrugged. "Once or twice, never hurts to hear again," he smirked, offering up his lighter.

I raised an eyebrow while grabbing it. "No where you need to be?"

The black haired boy grabbed his phone, probably to check the time, and shook his head. "I got like ten minutes."

I started packing as he grabbed me another lawn chair. Unlike Katsuki's garage, no one spent any time in mine, so there wasn't a lot of comfortable sitting. "Where're you going?" I asked after sitting down.

"Would you believe me if I said a date?" He asked, looking somewhat shy.

I blinked at him, not because of the date, but because I don't think I'd ever seen Sero act unsure of himself. "Of course I would. Do I know… them?" I realized that I didn't actually know his sexuality. Or maybe I did and just forgot, oops.

He winced at that question, making me halt my work. "Yeah, you know him."

I raised one brow as I brought the piece to my lips and took the first hit.On the exhale, I could physically feel myself relaxing into the chair. "That's suspicious, but I won't press you on it. I know a thing or two about secret boyfriends."

He snorted at the comment, accepting the piece when I handed it over. "Yeah, I guess I didn't think about that. Ya know what? None of you get to know who for at least a month, as pay back." He took a drag, seemingly proud of himself for his revenge. I laughed quietly as his eyes popped open and choked on the smoke slightly as he tried to talk. "He's not my boyfriend!"

I had to hold a hand over my mouth in an attempt to not wake my mother up with my laughter. "Yet," I teased.

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told me that he was looking forward to that day.

Sero ended up hanging around until his phone started ringing. He had to hurry out after that, not accepting the call until he was out of my garage. I was insanely curious, but I didn't have the motivation to pry after smoking.

I happily returned to my room, hiding my new stash in an old candle jar. I sent Sero one last text, thanking him for being an amazing friend, and promptly fell asleep.

let's be honest, we all saw the angsty drug secret coming.