forever young | various tr x reader

11: interrupted

"who wants to get high?" kazutora asked.

you exchanged a look with yuzuha, who gave you a sly smile.

is that why she wanted to come here? you wondered, taking a mental note to ask her later. it had already been fun just listening to them play and chat with people, but getting high and chilling with such an intimate group reminded you of how things were back at home.

just as you opened your mouth to respond, angry let out an exasperated sound.

"not while we're practicing. you can wait until we're done." he chided.

"what about just a little?" kazutora asked.

"there's never 'just a little' with you, man. and i don't want this to become a regular thing. that's not why we make music." mitsuya pointed out.

maybe it shouldn't have been, but it was a little surprising they took it so seriously, especially when you didn't get the impression that they wanted to do this for a living.

"party poopers." kazutora mumbled under his breath, accepting that he had been beat. he carefully rolled off your laps and successfully landed on the ground in a kneeling position before popping back up to his feet.

"you guys can wait a little bit longer, can't you?" mitsuya turned to his audience with an apologetic smile.

"yeah." you said reassuringly, making baji cast you a sideways glance.

they ended up practicing for another half hour before calling it a day. they instructed chifuyu to go get the weed while the band members packed up most of their things to make sure nothing could be accidentally broken. apparently some people (kazutora) liked to get rowdy.

"alright! get the bong ready!" kazutora exclaimed, waving an excited hand akkun towards the couch.

he came over and wormed his way into sitting between you and baji, making both of you roll your eyes. as soon as his ass met the seat, he immediately extended both of his arms across the back of the couch and manspread.

"i'm headed home then. be careful, you guys." angry said before departing.

despite angry always looking like he was either living up to his nickname or constipated, he really did seem like a caring guy.

"he doesn't really do the whole weed thing." yuzuha explained to you.

you hummed in understanding until movement in front of you caught your eye. mitsuya was heading your way, a timid smile gracing his face.

"mitsuya!! pop a squat!" kazutora patted the inside of his knee.

"not today. i have to go home and cook for my sisters." mitsuya replied to his friend before looking directly at you.

"can i talk to you for a second?" he asked.

you could feel the others on the couch turn to look at you, make your face heat up just a bit before you nodded and walked over to him. the rest of them remained silent behind you, but you threw them an unamused expression to stop eavesdropping and start talking.

yuzuha let out a chuckle and started a conversation, getting everybody talking and shouting over each other again. the only exception was baji, who continued watching your interaction.

"what's up?" you asked mitsuya in a hushed tone.

mitsuya scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to say without coming off too clingy or desperate.

"are you still good to go to the cafe tomorrow?" he finally asked after another beat of silence.

"yeah. what time were you thinking?"