ʏᴀɴɴɪ | ᴏ.ꜱʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ

-She's A Force-

11:31 PM

You felt the tips of your fingers burn the more you pulled from your roach of a joint, squinting through the haze in the studio to look at Shotaro in the middle of rolling another one.

"You know how to roll?" You heard him ask you.

"Yeah. Never had to do it, though."

"How come?"

"My ex did that for us." You shrugged, finally putting out the joint just in time to see Shotaro hold out his rolling tray.

"Try rolling one." He suggested you'd do. "I wanna see."

"I can't see shit in this smoke, nigga..."

"That ain't no problem." Shotaro snickered, leaning back in his chair to shut the lights off and swapping them for black lights. "How about now?"

You took the tray into your lap, then scanned the studio once. "It's alright."

While you prepped your rolling paper, Shotaro stood and walked around your chair to press a button on the soundboard. Your eyes followed the movement of his arms before returning to the small pile of marijuana you had dumped out of the grinder.

It wasn't long until you began to hear the instrumental you formed while fucking around with the equipment earlier, and when you looked at Shotaro again mid-roll, he was spinning around in his chair as if he was waiting on something.

You finished rolling the joint and raised it to your lips to seal it completely, Shotaro quietly observing in his seat. After checking the joint once over, you tossed it into his lap.

"I'm not gonna lie..." Shotaro started, almost slurring his words. "It might be the weed talking, but watching you roll this was lowkey hot..."

"Wasn't my intention."

"I know it wasn't." Shotaro shrugged at you. "Still was hot, though."

"Alright, you finna spark another one, or am I doin' it?" You immediately switched the subject, pretending you missed most of what Shotaro said and internally blaming it on the weed.

"Mmm..." Shotaro hummed, taking the joint between his fingers before digging into his pocket for his lighter. All the while, you stared at the soundboard sliders.

The mix of the sound and the marijuana in your system made you bop your head up and down, swirling your chair from side to side as you started ad-libbing.

As Shotaro took a hit from the fresh joint, his ears twitched at your voice mumbling a verse in Japanese – one of his eyebrows rose the more he listened, and he smirked at one point.

Your verse became clearer as your voice got louder, and when you switched the flow from Japanese to English, Shotaro laughed – you could tell from the sound of his laugh that he was enjoying every second of listening to you.

You were enjoying it too; watching how attentive Shotaro was with you, hooked on every line you spat, his reactions – all that. If he knew where you were going with a certain bar, he'd pick up where you left off, earning a smirk from you – subtle, but he could still notice.

Then something clicked in your stoned brain...

Your two's energy...the way they bounced off each other – complimented each other...it wasn't something you'd normally see – you hadn't experienced that with anyone other than Daiya...

You had to give it to him, though; Shotaro sure knew how to make a bitch feel comfortable around him.

...Hold up-