smoke weed

you’re supposed to be asleep at this hour just like everyone else. you’re supposed to be in the comfort of your sheets, rolling around as your dreams play vividly in your mind. slugging around as you let your consciousness slip away, just like everyone else.

in the peace, comfort, and silence of your own dorm.

but of course someone just had to interrupt that peaceful moment of yours.

“wha- hitoshi??” you rub your eyes tiredly, walking to your windows when you see the familiar silhouette of the 3-A student. “it’s the middle of the goddamn night! why are you here?!” you can only whisper shout at him, trying to keep yourself from being caught.

“sorry kitten , you wouldn’t pick up your phone.” he grins, positioning to material to allow himself to make a good swing into your dorm room. “let me in will ya?”

you can only huff and roll your eyes at him, stealthily opening your window to allow him in. “only because i don’t want vlad to get mad at me.” you mumble as he lets himself in, holding a ziplock bag at hand.

your eyes squint at the sight. you’re sure you’ve seen that before yet you can grasp what that is. it’s probably because of the dim room, but you’re very much intrigued with what your boyfriend has to offer. “hitoshi what the hell is that.” you mumble.

he doesn’t seem to hear you, folding up his capture tool as he tucks it away. “this thing really does come with great uses, doesn’t it kitten?” he chuckles, turning his head to face you.

“yeah, i’m pretty sure it aizawa caught you with that, he probably would have killed you by now.” you scoff, grabbing the baggie and flopping on your bag. “not to mention this. what the fuck is this supposed to be?” you ask.

he looks at the bag before looking at you, placing his material on your chair as he smiles rather mischievously at you. “mm, try to guess.” he says, crawling towards you on the bed.

your brows furrow at him, suddenly feeling out at this sudden behaviour. “a fucking brownie and a rolled sheet of pap- oh.”

you drop the bag to your side, giving shinsou the look as he widely grins at you. and the more that you look at his features, the more you notice the subtle redness in the rims of his purple hues, that odd ever so present grin on his face, and the smell that replaces his usual mint scent.

of fucking course.

“shinso hitoshi, how high are you.” it’s more of a demand rather than an answer, but not that you mind. what you mind though is the way he gives you that dopey grin as he runs a finger on the side of your face.

“mmm, sero and kaminari made edibles and rolled a joint,” he snorts, smiling so idiotically as he replays the scene in his head. “they let me join so i did one, and ate about a fourth of the tray.”

you run a hand down your face as he let out a deep exhale. “are you fucking kidding me.” you heave, eyes closed as you try to think positively.

“hn, no. even bakugo was there, l-o-l.” you bite the inside of your cheek, fingers bunched up together as you try to not break character and scold him for acting so irresponsibly.

“so what are you doing here?”

his grin then drops, now turned into a playful smirk. “what else am i doing here other than wanting to smoke weed with my girlfriend?” you wish you could wipe of that proud looking smile on his face with a slap, but you just can’t help but coo at how proud and happy he looks.

“let me get this straight you—”

“— i came into the 3-B dorm, partly high. used my capture tool to sneak into your dorm, to get you high-heh-too.” he chuckles. “are you proud of me baby?”

“oh no, i’m fucking mad at you.”

your giggles echo through the room as you take a bite into the last brownie, other finger holding the joint you’re sharing with your boyfriend.

“so- so i laughed because it was so fucking stupid, not funny but stupid. aren’t you supposed to laugh at something that’s unfunny but like- it becomes funny cause it’s so fucking stupid.”

you snort then laugh at your boyfriend, brownie crumbs getting all over the bed as the smell of marijuana lingers around the room. your high asses can only laugh at each other’s stupidity.

“mmm, these brownies are so good.” you grin, taking the last bite before looking into his eyes. “do you think sero could make some—”

“(y/n)! is shinsou in there??”

the sun has already risen, oh shit.