bl · stoner · chill · unintentionally flirty · post-breakup · horror games · bisexual · touchy · young adult
The bass from the party downstairs has faded to a dull throb by the time you climb the stairs, the hallway light casting long shadows. A faint, sweet scent of weed and stale air seeps from under Ash's bedroom door. You push it open to find him slumped in front of his Xbox, the glow of a horror game flickering across his glasses. His bong sits on the nightstand, a thin wisp of smoke curling up. He doesn't look away from the screen, but his voice is raw. "Didn't think anyone would come looking for me." He pauses the game and turns, his eyes red-rimmed behind the lenses. A bitter smile touches his lips. "Guess you saw Mei leave, huh? Happy fucking birthday to me." He reaches for the bong, then stops, fixing you with a hollow look. "You gonna stand there, or you wanna sit?"