forever young | various tr x reader

3: who are you?

when you got upstairs, you saw a group of guys playing video games, who were yelling at each other and the tv. you recognized a few of them, including baji and the blonde kid with the undercut sitting next to him.

they didn't notice your appearance as they were all too consumed by the game at hand, but it brought a smile to your face seeing how into it they were.

off to the left, you saw a sliding screen door leading to a balcony. you saw someone was out there smoking, but you had already come this far. one person wasn't going to deter you.

besides, he looked pretty good from the back.

you walked around the edge of the room to not call any attention to yourself and went outside, the cool night air mixed with cigarette smoke welcoming you from the hot and loud house. you let out a breath of relief, happy to no longer feel perpetually sweaty.

and now that you were only a few feet away, you noticed that the other person on the balcony was tall. like.. really tall. like if you made out for an hour your neck would be killing you tall.

quickly erasing the thought from your mind, you propped your forearms up on the half wall of the balcony, setting your cup on the ledge.

he glanced over at you, his golden eyes scanning your body and his lips broadening into a smile when he saw you were a girl and not another random toman guy.

"hey doll." he greeted.

"hi." you turned your head towards him. even in the dim lighting, you could see golden eyes looking at you. "mind if i stand here for a minute?"

you didn't know why you were asking, but it was more out of politeness than anything.

"not at all. want to smoke?" he offered you his cigarette.

"i don't really smoke cigarettes, but thanks." you shook your head, facing forward to look out at the scenery ahead of you.

unbeknownst to you, he raised his eyebrows.

"i have weed if you'd prefer that." he guessed.

you gave him a sideways glance, trying to gauge if he was serious or not, but based on the huge grin on his face, you could tell it was a genuine offer. and it may have just been the buzz you were feeling from the alcohol, but it seemed like it could be fun.

one of the few drawbacks of living in japan was you didn't even know where you could get weed. but maybe now you did.

"i wouldn't mind some weed." you said nonchalantly.

"say no more."

he put his cigarette out on an ash tray and pulled a blunt out of his pocket. he put it between his lips and started to light it as you sent yuzuha a quick text that you'd met someone and would be a back in a bit.

"what's your name, by the way?" you asked, setting your phone down next to you.

he took a deep inhale and blew out the smoke a moment later before responding.

"hanma." he said as he passed it to you.

you leaned over and took it from him, holding it between your thumb and index finger before bringing it to your lips and inhaling the smoke. after you took a hit, you passed it back to him, and things cycled like that until a few minutes later that familiar relaxing feeling crept into your brain.

it was weirdly peaceful, just standing there smoking with some guy you just met.

"are there chairs out here?" you wondered, taking a look around and seeing a lounge chair you could sit off to the side.