as you walk back into the house, it was like walking looking through curved goggles. everything seemed to walk with you as you moved. you heart beat sped up in your chest as you tried harder to concentrate. "gyutaro!" you shouted.
you sat down on the couch, closing your eyes. it felt as though you were melting into the couch, sinking further into the cushion. gyutaro made his way inside, hands in his pockets. he walked over to his bag, stuffing his belongings back inside of it.
when he turned to look at you, his eyes were hanging low. he looked so damn good when he was high.
"gyu bro, i'm now one with the couch." you say. "but what about the cookies?" he asks.
"oh f*ck!" you shout. you try to sit up, but you felt so laxed. it was as if you were molded just for the couch. "go without me!" you cry. "this is my destiny."
gyutaro chuckles at you, shaking his head. "you're fried, [y/n]." he said. "we gotta get your tolerance up for sure." he said.
"who's toddler ants?" you question. "okay,
[y/n]. stay here so i can get the cookies." gyutaro said. he dug his hands back into his pockets, walking towards the kitchen. you sat up quickly, taking in your surroundings.
were you and gyutaro just talking? you couldn't remember. you got up from the couch and made your way towards the bathroom. clattering came from the kitchen, but you paid no mind. turning the bathroom light on, you looked in the mirror. surely, you were standing there, but it didn't look like you. your eyes hung low, and were glossed over.
your pupils dilated profusely. there was a light pink hue to your eyes, making it look like you had been crying. "gyu!!" you cried. you stumbled out of the bathroom, walking towards the living room. "[y/n] i told you to sit still." he sighed. gyutaro had a plate of cookies in his hands.
he walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. he helped you back to the couch where you first landed. "those look so good." you said, leaning towards the plate.
"yeah, they're great for munchies." gyutaro said.
"munchies?"
"yeah. It's like, when you get high and you just wanna eat a bunch of random sh*t." you nod, reaching for the plate of cookies. you pick one up and eye it. "what if the chocolate is like tree sh*t." you said.
"[y/n] don't ruin the cookies please." gyutaro sighs. you shrug, taking a bite out of the cookie. it was cooked perfectly; gooey in the center but crunchy on the outside. "whoever made this needs their a*s ate, honestly." you say. "then bend over." gyutaro responds.
you looked up at him to see him looking back at you. "you're nasty!" you laugh. gyutaro smiles, patting his pockets.
"what are you looking for?" you ask. "my phone. i wanna take a picture with you." he says. "just use mine." you say, pointing to your phone that still sat on the table. gyutaro picked it up, swiping over to the camera. "smile, beautiful." he says. he smiles lazily, almost like a half smirk.
his eyes hung lower then usual. his hair was up in its usual bun, but there was more hair than usual that hung around his face. his shirt looked a little tight, his chest and abs slightly outlined in it. your cheek was slightly pressed against his. your eyes seemed a little puffy, but you held up a decent smile. you raised your eyebrows slightly to neutralize your expression.
"this is such a good one." gyutaro gasped.
"honestly ." you reply. you yawn widely and lean back into the couch. "someone's tired?" gyutaro questioned. you nod your head several times. gyutaro says something else to you, but you can't hear him. his voice sounded stuffy and far away.
the laughing soundtrack that blared from the tv jolted you up out of your sleep. you groggily look around the living room. a pillow was placed under your head, as well as your bed blanket on top of you.
you turned to your left to see gyutaro on the ground, halfway in a hoodie. you rub your eyes, getting up from the couch. you grab the remote from the table, turning off the tv. you walk towards the bathroom to pee. your memory of last night was foggy, but you also remembered it in great detail. it was almost like you were on autopilot.
you clean yourself up and flush the toilet. washing your hands, you stare into the mirror. your reflection looked a little more normal than it did last night. you wave your hands around as you exit the bathroom.
you straighten the living room back up as well a re-straighten your bed. you get a cup of water and set back down on the couch. you pick your phone up from the living room table and go through your messages.
in the group chat, zenitsu had just started to catch up on the conversation
[bestie boo]🤞]: "[y/n] did you guys have sex?!?!"
[tanjirou🤍]: "that's a little personal, zenitsu😕."
[inosuke😒]: "i wanna know the same thing!"
[tanjirou🤍]: "guys, why don't we worry about something else?"
[bestie boo🤞]: "she just met him. if they had sex, i'll be disappointed."
[tanjirou🤍]: "well, it's her life. who she chooses to be intimate with has nothing to do with us."
[inosuke😒]: "@[y/n], wake up and give us details."
"no, we didn't f*ck😒😒!"
you leave the groupchat to search for other conversations. you noticed you had an unsaved number that had sent you a message.
[xxx-xxx-xxxx]: "it's shinobu , hope you're doing well."
you take the time to make her a contact profile.
"yes i have been, thanks for asking."
"how've you been?"
shinobu doesn't answer immediately, giving you time to go back into the groupchat. zenitsu had been the only one who responded.
[bestie boo🤞]: "are you at least coming to class today?"
"i wouldn't miss it for the world :)."
you shut off your phone and toss it beside you on the couch. you sigh heavily, running your hands on your cheeks. "that was one hell of a high." gyutaro yawned. you reverted your gaze to him to see him propped up on one elbow, looking at you. "it was fun." you chuckle.
"yeah it was. those cookies were perfect." he says, chef kissing his fingers. as he sits up fully, his sweatshirt gets caught on the couch next to him. it pulls his sweatshirt up to his neck, revealing his bare chest.
you stare at his bare torso, clearly fixated. you watch as his stomach flexes while he struggles to free himself. "got damn." he says, chuckling. "sorry, it got kinda cold last night and i changed out." "you're fine." you smile.
gyutaro gets up and begins cleaning around his area. after he's finished, he sits on the couch near you.
"i need to go check on daki. i'll let you tend to your day-to-day activities." gyutaro says. he grabs his bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder. you stand and walk him to the door.
"thank you for the wonderful night." he says, bowing down. once again, he wraps his arms around your lower back, pulling you into another one of his wonderful hugs.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down a little more. "see you later [y/n]." He waved as he descended the hallway stairs.
"bye gyu." you whisper. as you shut the door, you think about what you wanted to do.
maybe you should go grocery shopping if you planned on smoking more. having the munchies with nothing to eat wouldn't be fun.
