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The sun was rising. It's a new day.
Yawning, you stretched in bed, kicking your legs as you eventually sat up, the glare of the sun peeking through the windows and illuminating the pretty auburn blankets you had slept within. A slight breeze whipped through the bedroom, an almost burnt-out candlelight flickering on the bedside table as you rubbed your eyes. It was the first week of university, meaning the September sun would be like pure bliss on your skin this morning. Perfect weather for a smoke.
"Morning," a small voice called, and glancing to the side, you saw your roommate, Kyoka Jirou, perched up with a white earbud sitting in her ear. For once, you hadn't been woken up by her music player, which often played morning beats while she revised and prepared for classes. Maybe it's because it was a Saturday. A day off. "You slept well."
"Thanks," you mumbled back, sitting off the edge of your bed as you pulled out a rolling tray. It was one of your favourites from your collection, with cute strawberry patterns covering it. It was slightly faded from the years of usage, but it was your favourite, gifted by your sibling, so it wasn't as if you could throw it or replace it. "I feel like shit."
"When don't you?" she grinned, puffing up her indigo hair in the mirror hung on her side of the wall. Receiving a glare, she held her hands up in defense. "You said it, not me!"
"Mmm," you hummed, standing up from the bed and pulling open a clothes drawer. It wasn't as if you needed to dress up; you were heading into the campus smoking area, where a small corner had been unofficially designated for consuming pot. You'd actually made a couple friends through the area, as there were a couple benches and a small circle in the middle for a fire-pit. Albeit, the teachers weren't the biggest fan of it. "Have you seen my, uhhh... shit, where's my hoodie?"
"Which one?" Jirou asked, glancing over into your clothes drawer. You two had been close for years, going through high school together, and had lived near each other for your whole lives. And now, you were blessed with living with her. Well, blessed until she started 'stealing' your clothes.
She pulled an oversized black hoodie from the bottom of her bed, coincidentally the exact one you were looking for, and you scowled at her. "What? It got cold in the night. Not my problem you like the window open. Do you not get cold?"
Snatching the hoodie back playfully, you shook your head. "If it wasn't for the fact the faculty would KILL me for lighting incense, I would keep it closed. And what have I told you about taking my stuff without asking?"
"Waah waah waah," she replied, throwing a torn Motorhead shirt over her head before standing up. A perfect match for her Kuromi-themed pyjama trousers covered in dried hair-dye. Grabbing an eye-liner pen, she began to smudge her undereyes to create a grungy affect. "It's a fair trade. I bought the last pack."
That was true. She had just been paid, and bought a pack of sativa-type cannabis for the two of you to share during the weekend. Your plans were to make friends in the smoking area, as so far, it had been a little struggle making any connections in the uni. You'd attended bars and clubs with Jirou during the week, but only bumped into nasty drunks or people who were just... not it. A sigh left your lips as Jirou reached underneath her bed to pull out a bat-themed box, the sweet smell reaching your nose as she opened it up. "Speaking of which, you wanna roll? I can message that blonde kid, see if he wants to show up. What's his name..."
