The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)

Eleven: Makki's Smoke Sesh

Warning: Mild smoking (hitting a dab pen n a bowl) n stupid actions while high

Makki gives me a high-five, a huge smile on his face as we demolish Mattsun in Mario Kart.

"Told you Toad was boss!"

I yell, sticking my tongue out at the sad loser.

"Me and Y/N are unstoppable, I already warned you, Sun-Sun."

Makki cockily says, the adorable nickname he gives Mattsun bringing a smile to my face. the boy looks away, then tosses his dab pen towards me.

"Sure, you can beat me sober, but what about high?"

The boy asks and I immediately nod, catching the pen and bringing it to my mouth. The sexy middle blocker's taste is still on the pen, and I basically count it as an indirect kiss as I hit the tiny object. I hand the pen to my brother, who tries to copy my actions, but ends up coughing.

"Damn, Makki can't handle a tiny ass pen? Weak."

Mattsun jokes, easily taking a hit. The smoke delicately falls from his lips as he exhales, swirling around him beautifully. Of course, the boy notices me staring at him and winks, only making me more turned on.

"Shut up, leave me alone! Sorry I'm more used to Tendou's bong!"

Makki complains, being the stupid cock-block he was raised to be.

"Anyways, are there any parties tonight? I miss my friends from other schools."

I ask the duo, knowing the volleyball group chat hasn't said anything yet.

"Umm, lemme check. Honestly, we could just chill at Suna's and dash some food. I can barely concentrate on the the screen, a party's gonna be too much to handle."

Makki says, slightly messing up a couple of the words. Clearly, the boy gets high pretty fast.

"Yeah, Suna's sounds fun. That, and about 70 chicken nuggets."

Mattsun agrees, his Yoshi character crashing into yet another wall as he tries, but fails to steer while playing with his pen.

"Okay, let's go!"

I yell, the duo quickly following me outside the door.

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"Rin-Rin!"

I yell, the boy raising an eyebrow as I immediately give him a hug.

"Um, who is this? How does she even know my name?"

The boy asks, slightly pushing me away. Mattsun shrugs, a small pout on his face.

"She's a stalker, don't mind her."

Makki jokes, and I swat the boy.

"Shut up! You were the one who told me we were coming here!"

I retrot, the two practical jokers laughing at my antics.

"Whatever you say, Y/N. Now, let's go to talk to the other people here, yeah?"

Mattsun offers and I comply, but not before giving Suna a piece of paper with my number on it. Hopefully, he decides to call me.

I follow the two M's down a set of stairs into a small basement, where a few teens sit around a television.

"Hey, Y/N!"