PETRICHOR // Joji x reader

°•'"have you ever smoked weed before?"'•°

"Huh?"
"Do you,uh, wanna go to my place?"
"Look, i think you're cool and all but-"
"Oh..OH, my god, no, i mean, your injuries, i live close by so i could just give you some..bandaids or something.."
"Oh" you looked down and thought about it,

was this a good idea?

You just met this guy and he kind of has a good reason to be upset at you..buuut he doesn't seem like a serial killer and he's..intriguing..

"Yeah, fuck it"

You were now walking side by side with George in the dark, using your phone flashlights for light, as the street lamps were far too dim. You looked around and couldn't help but feel deja Vu, something was familiar.

"Oh my apartment is over here" he made a turn towards the pastel green apartment complex as you quickly shuffled behind.
"OHH, that's why this seemed so familiar"
He looked at you with a confused face as he waited for you to continue.
"This is my ex's apartment complex"
"Oh"
"Yeah i came here pretty often, i remember now"
"Did you break up a long time ago?"
"Oh we broke up today"
"So- how did you not remember..?"
"Oh, i uh, wasn't very sober most of the time i was here"
"Oh.."
During your conversation you had made it to the elevator. You entered and stood there as George pressed the button to the 4th floor. Comfortable silence passed before the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and a man with a denim jacket stepped in.
"Oh shit, George?"
"Oh, hey Brian"

You glanced between the both of them as they exchange how are you's and say a few good's and fine's. Suddenly silence grew and the air felt thick and suffocating.

What the fuck happened between these two?

"Is this your girlfriend? Or.."
You and George exchanged a glance as you both flusteredly tried to explain you had just met. He slightly grinned at the sight. The denim jacket man then continued, with a slight frown of..guilt? This time,
"I figured, since the whole Cin-"
"Cindy thing, yeah."
The mood instantly dropped. Lord have mercy.

Ding.

Thank you Lord.
You and George exit the elevator and you notice George give a sigh of relief.
The walk to his apartment was silent. Too silent. He unlocks the door and finally speaks, "you can sit on the couch, or like, wherever, I'll be back soon with the first aid kit" he left the room and you took the time to look around.
The apartment was nice, it had a similar structure to your ex's but way cleaner from what you remember. Upon entering there was an open kitchen to the right, a small dining table, and connected to a living room. His living room was spacious yet homey, with blankets on the couch and what seemed to be a PS4 and a Nintendo switch near his tv. To the left were doors to what you assumed where the bedroom and bathroom, what was really interesting though was the small room tucked away at the end of the living room, the door was open and bright purple lights were seen shining through, you couldn't help but wonder what it was, and George seemed to be taking a while, so carefully you stepped inside.
You were greeted with soundproofed walls along with two monitors, a mic, a keyboard, guitars, and an amp. It looked like a full studio,

does he make music?

You were about to investigate what guitar he had before his words interrupted your thoughts from the other room. "Ok i finally found it, I'll be right there" you quickly leave the room and sit on the couch.

Quickly enough George goes to the kitchen, opening the freezer and then making his way towards you with a kit and sits down next to you.
"Oh uh here, for you" he hands you an ice cube and motions to your waist, "the peas didn't work out so, i only had this" you took off your jacket and lifted your shirt to rub the ice over your bruise, suddenly you flinch at the sudden burning on your lip. "The fuck-"
"Oh- sorry, i probably should've told you before i did that-" you looked over at George as he held the cotton pad with Vaseline in one hand and a bandaid in the other, with a flustered look on his face.
Cute.
"Oh no it's fine, i was just caught off guard" you let him continue applying the Vaseline and bandaid as you used up the last of the ice cube.
"Can I ask why you're so hurt?" He slowly asked with concern on his face after getting a closer look at the bruise.
"Oh uh, well the ex i mentioned earlier, I caught her cheating on me in the middle of a fuckin library, and she wasn't really happy about it so she uh..she hit me a bit. Didn't help that they banned her from the library so she kicked me pretty bad on my side, that's why I was uh, laying on the floor" he nodded intently at every word you said and was now looking at you with full concern and..anger?
"I'm so sorry she did that to you"
"It's fine, well, it's not fine but- thank you...it's just, she probably fuckin loves reading to kick me over being banned" you chuckle as he lightly laughs with you, you both sat in silence before you looked up at him,
"so uh, what was that back in the elevator with, was it, Brian? If you wanna talk about it that is"
He shuffled uncomfortably before speaking, "no uh it's fine, I was dating this girl, Cindy, it was going strong but one day i walked in on her and Brian making out..he was my best friend so uh, it kinda sucked..yeah.." you felt yourself feel immediately down
"It made it worse that i know he doesn't live here.."
"Oh shit, does Cindy-"
"Yeah she lives here.."
you looked at him and felt…sad, genuinely sad for this man you barely knew yet had been so kind, and compared to earlier he looked completely broken. "It was like a month ago so, it's fine, just, kinda awkward" you looked at him with sympathy before an idea popped in your head.

"George"
"Yeah?"

"Have you ever smoked weed before?"