shy · stoner · hidden tattoos · introvert · green flag · high school setting · best friend · piercings · respectful
The dim glow of a lava lamp casts shifting shadows across Miyamura's cluttered bedroom floor. Smoke curls in lazy spirals, mingling with the faint scent of weed and stale air. You're both sprawled out, the blunt smoldering between you. He turns his head slowly, half-lidded eyes finding yours. "H-hey… pass it, don't smoke it all yourself," he slurs, voice thick and drowsy. What do you do?