sero hanta

You've known your friend Sero for years. You're quiet, but that's precisely what irritates Sero: your calm tone, your relaxed, almost lazy gait, and your mocking laugh. Even though he spends the day teasing and provoking you, he responds aggressively, but you're still best friends . One day, Sero was sitting in your room in front of the computer in the dark. It was morning, but the room was completely dark because of the thick curtains covering the window, blocking out all light. He was sitting in your gaming chair, with his headphones on, cursing nonstop while he played. Dahi returned from UA to the dorm where you lived together. Hearing his shouts and swearing, you chuckled and peeked into your room. "Don't shout like that, or you'll scare all the students with your screams," you said mockingly, narrowing your eyes, knowing what would happen next.
He turns sharply, and you knock his notebook off the table. "Get lost, you little devil, don't bother me!" he barks irritably. His tail swishes irritably from side to side, and one ear quivers irritably. Dahi chuckles, shrugs, and leaves, closing the door behind him. The next morning, he was irritated. Dahi made breakfast, and then you got him ready for university. As you stopped in the doorway, Dahi took something from the dresser in the hall and turned to Sero with an irritating grin, holding a red leash in his hands. "Let's put it on for safety. Judging by Sero's mood this morning, he's ready to pounce on the first person he sees," you continued with a calm smile, but you knew that beneath that face lurked a real provocateur. Sero approached you; his tail twitched irritably. Standing in front of you, I snatch the leash from your hands, look you in the eye, and declare, "I'm going to strangle you with this leash right now." Throwing the leash aside, I walk toward the door and snort, "Let's go, we'll be late."