Nekoma University [Volleyball Vs Art Club], Kenma Kozume x reader fanfic (+18)

Chapter 4: The Plug

⚠️Drugs use (nothing too extreme tho) Marijuana ⚠️

" What a day," I sighed as I entered my home, drained but content that the art club would welcome me their little clique. As I wandered into the kitchen, I grabbed myself some juice and stretched myself as a yawn left my mouth.

"You sound tired," I jumped up and swung around as a familiar voice spoke to me. 
"Oh dad, you're home. I assumed you were working the late shift today."

"Well, I got some bad news to report," He exhaled deeply as he sat down at the kitchen table, "The corporation I was working for suddenly went and fire their oldest employees because they requested more 'modern' solutions and younger people behind the wheel."

He kinda looked disappointed as he was explaining the whole situation. I noticed this was hitting him hard since he worked in that company since he moved back from Europe.

"But don't worry, I'll find something new soon. This old rod ain't on his last breath yet," He chuckled with his everlasting optimistic grin. "It's their loss, and I wasn't that happy anymore with all the adjustments and micromanagement from the former chief his son,"

"So any future foresight of what you prefer to do now?" I asked my old man as I picked a second cup and wanted to pour him a glass of juice too. He nodded, waving his hand, signaling a short 'no' to the juice bottle.

"I think I go for something stronger today," he winked as he stood up and took out an aged bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet, "and truly I have no idea, but I'm not sure if I want to go back to a boring desk job." He declared as he drizzled the caramel brown liquid into his glass.

"But enough about me y/n, how was your day?" He demanded as he got a sip from the strong whiskey and grimaced as he wasn't used to drinking liquor. "Actually, it went well! I joined the art club as after school activity, "I beamed.

"Ah, thus you have something to celebrate?" He smiled as he held up the bottle with a grin,"
"Eh no thanks dad, it's kinda weird having a drink with you and I also need to go to school tomorrow," I chuckled while shaking my head.

"Then... Uhm, let's order some of our favorite foods!" he replied as he snatched his phone and opened the app to get food delivered to our house.

"Sometimes I actually ask myself if you are my dad or just an older roommate," I joked as I watched at his overly cheerful face that let out a chuckle while he scrolled the app looking for restaurants.

"Y/n, you say that like if it's a bad thing," He sulked as he peeked at me with a serious frown, "So... ramen and sushi are fine ?".

"Fine for me," I acknowledged. To be honest, I never expressed it that regularly, but I was absolutely content having such a wonderful and caring parent, "Don't overlook the desserts," I giggled as I pointed to the sweets section of the app.

My mouth was flooding at the thoughts of sweets, and I was really craving some crêpes with strawberries and chocolate. "Ordered," My dad said with a sly grin as he placed the phone on the table, "Food will be here in forty-five minutes,"

After a wonderful evening with my father, devouring our feast, I woke up with a heavy stomach.

"God damn, those crêpes covered with strawberries and chocolate sauce was a bit too much in the end," I whined as I stepped out of my bed lazily.

While I trudged into the bathroom, I was pondering about the party this weekend. Somehow I was kinda excited but also scared since it's been ages since I went out since my mom grew sick.

In Europe, I occasionally hung out with my stoner friend and smoked some weed to let go of all the daily stress, but it wasn't like a personality trait like some people in my former school tried to pull it off. It was just a casual thing for me, not to be cool.

Hot water dropped over my face as I closed my eyes and sought back at those long-lost memories.

A slight grin ran over my face as I looked back at one time when Kyle and I were sitting stoned in the park filming squirrels and convinced ourselves that later that day we would do voiceovers for the fluffy rodents and make a hilarious YouTube video.

Good, we never published that horrible montage.

Slowly I turned off the shower and walked out, covering myself in an enormous towel as I stared at myself in the mirror. "Should I..." a modest grin trailed over my lips, "Ah, screw it, why not," I shrugged.

The only issue I was dealing with is that I didn't have a plug and I was a hundredth percent certain that Suki-chan wasn't the type of girl that smoked weed or knows individuals who handled it.

On the other hand, Aiko-chan or someone from the art club probably knew people since they were creative free-thinkers and wouldn't care for smoking once a while when they reached a creative block.

As finished drying and styling my hair, I pulled on my navy blue school uniform and had a light breakfast. While I took a spoon full of strawberry yogurt, I prepared some exercises before leaving for class. This week was a slightly busy one since we had a bunch of tasks and tests about the finished chapters and I haven't seen some of them since I arrived later.

The walk to school was actually peaceful until someone ruffled his hand through my hair. I looked up and got rid of my earbuds as I smiled back at the towering, black-haired guy who embraced me. "Morning Haru, how are you ?"

"Hmm, I haven't had my morning cigarette yet, and no one has gotten hurt, so I'd say so far, so good," He expressed with a sleazy smirk as he played with his lip ring, "What about you y/n ?"

"Not bad at all, just busy with writing all these summaries for the upcoming tests," I replied with a grin. For some reason, the energy this male was radiating was contagious.