𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳Its All Jimmy's Fault!

The icy January air bit at your face as you stepped out into the
loading dock, your breath puffing out in little white clouds.

Snowflakes swirled around you in a chaotic dance, some settling in your hair while others melted against the wool of the scarf wrapped around your neck.

The scarf smelled faintly of Daisuke's cologne—he'd lent it to you this morning because you had complained about the cold. You adjusted the gloves on your hands and tightened your borrowed coat around you, trying to focus as the dull ache of the cold mixed with the lingering haze in your mind.

"Alright, alright...
what do we have here?"
Daisuke says, rubbing his hands together before picking up the clipboard off the hood of the delivery truck.

His eyes squinted at the list of packages to be loaded, though he wasn't making much progress.

"Daisuke... is it just me, or is the snow extra snow-y today? Like, I swear I can feel it falling in slow motion."
You leaned against the truck, staring at the snow piling up on the ground.

"You're right. It's like a snow globe, but...do you think Curly orders this weather? Like, as a test for us again?"
Daisuke looked up at the sky, pupils slightly dilated as he blinked, high as hell.

"Stop,"
you said, laughing as you gave him a playful shove.
"We have to focus. These packages aren't going to load themselves."

"Ladies first."
Daisuke smirked, motioning toward the truck.

You sighed and grabbed the nearest package from the pile on the dock, which turned out to be surprisingly heavy. The strain in your arms brought some clarity, but not enough to shake the swirling buzz in your head.

"You know, this is kind of romantic,"
he teased, stepping into the truck and setting the package down.
"You, me, a truck full of random stuff, and the sweet, sweet memory of Jimmy's weed brownie making this whole day a surreal nightmare."

"Romantic?"
you repeated, raising an eyebrow as you hauled another box toward the truck.
"Daisuke, we're freezing, we're high as hell, and I'm pretty sure Curly's going to kill us if we mess up these deliveries.
Where's the romance in that?"

As you both worked, the haze in your mind started to ebb just slightly.
The snowstorm made everything feel muted, the world around you muffled except for the sound of your boots crunching in the snow and the occasional laugh you and Daisuke couldn't suppress.

You both worked in sync, though you were clumsier than usual—Daisuke had to stop you twice from tripping over your own feet. At one point, you accidentally loaded the wrong package into the truck, and Daisuke noticed before you even closed the door.

The snow continued to fall heavier, coating the truck, the dock, and both of you in a light layer of white.
You pulled Daisuke's scarf tighter around your neck, grateful for the warmth, even as the chaos of the morning made your head spin.

Finally, Daisuke stood back, surveying the truck with satisfaction.
"Alright, I think we're good. Van's loaded. Packages secured. And neither of us passed out from the brownie. Yet."

"Speak for yourself. My brain feels like it's running a marathon and stuck in traffic at the same time."
You leaned against the van, crossing your arms.