HELLUVA BOSS ONESHOTS

Lighting Up (Warning: Drugs (aka dont read around your strict parents lol))

The room was dim and cluttered, and Blitz felt the pull of nostalgia as he slouched in his armchair, phone in hand. He typed out a quick text, inviting Fizzarolli over to "hang out, just like the good old days."

Fizz arrived about half an hour later, raising an eyebrow as he stepped inside. "What's this about, Blitz? I swear, if this is some setup for one of your ridiculous pranks..."

"Calm down, would ya?" Blitz grinned, pulling a small, crumpled bag from his jacket pocket. "Look what I got!" He held it up, eyes glinting with mischief.

Fizzarolli blinked, then burst into surprised laughter. "Wait... is that weed? Blitz, I haven't touched that stuff since we were teenagers!"

"Exactly!" Blitz was already rolling a joint with practiced ease. "You're a big hotshot now, prancing around Hell like you're too good for a chill night. Thought you might need a reminder of the good old days."

Fizz rolled his eyes, but there was a grin tugging at his lips. "Fine. Just this once. But don't blame me if I end up... I don't know... short-circuiting or something."

Blitz let out a laugh, lighting the joint and taking a long drag before handing it over. "Trust me, you'll be fine. Just sit back and let it hit ya."

Fizz hesitated only a moment before taking a cautious puff. The familiar burn surprised him, but he took another hit, then another, feeling a warm buzz spreading through him. They passed the joint back and forth, the haze building up, settling over them like a comforting blanket of memories. Fizz leaned back, his head swimming as he thought about the wild times they'd had as teens. It was strange to think that despite all the years, all the changes, the feeling was still the same.

Fizz closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. "You know, Blitz," he murmured, his words getting slower, "this... this is actually really nice. Brings back memories."

Blitz smirked, clearly proud of himself. "Told ya. Just needed to loosen up."

After a few more hits, Fizz started feeling the effects in a big way. The room felt like it was tilting, colors blurring at the edges. He blinked, struggling to focus on Blitz, who was sitting across from him, but the whole room seemed to be spinning gently around him.

"Blitz," Fizz slurred, looking down at himself in a daze. "I... I can't... are my legs still there?"

Blitz froze, then burst into uncontrollable, wheezing laughter, practically falling off his chair. He slapped his knee, tears forming in his eyes. "Fizz—Fizz, you lost your legs in that fire years ago! Remember?"

Fizz's eyes widened in horror, but it only took a second before his expression shifted to pure hysterics. "Oh yeah! That... that fire! Blitz!" he cackled, doubled over as the two of them spiraled into uncontrollable laughter, feeding off each other's energy.

Fizz could barely breathe, clutching his sides as he laughed and laughed. "I... I totally forgot! Guess I really did need to loosen up, huh?" he gasped out, his voice breaking with more hysterical giggles.

Blitz wiped at his eyes, still cackling. "Only you would forget something like that while stoned. I swear, Fizz, you're something else."

Fizz slumped back, the haze settling over him even heavier now. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he gazed up at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded as he lost himself in the swirling colors of the room. For a few minutes, they just sat there, content, with little bursts of laughter breaking the silence as memories from their youth drifted in and out.

Fizz, in a half-lucid daze, turned his head toward Blitz, giving him a lazy, crooked smile. "Hey, Blitz?"

"Yeah, Fizz?"

"You're... you're a good friend, ya know?" Fizz's voice was soft and sincere, his face flushed with that warm, drowsy contentment. "Even if you get me to green out and forget I don't have legs."

Blitz snorted, trying to mask the strange, unexpected warmth that bubbled up at the words. "Yeah, yeah, don't go getting all mushy on me. You're welcome, ya big idiot."

Fizz's smile lingered as he closed his eyes, half-dozing off in the peaceful haze, the faintest laugh still on his lips. Blitz finished off the joint, turning off the lights, and leaned back, letting the quiet settle over them, savoring the strange comfort of just being there, together.