"you can pretend you don't miss me you can pretend you don't care all you wanna do is kiss me oh what a shame i'm not there what is it you want? you can lie but i know that you're not fine every time you talk it's all 'bout me, but you swear i'm not on your mind." -bitches broken hearts billie eilish
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"hurry up and spark it, dumbass."
low bloodshot e/c irises connected with similar vermilion ones, the air was filled with special salad clouds circling the couple inside the 'smoke spot'. the smoke spot was an abandoned room in the large footwear store y/n worked in. after work her boyfriend, katsuki would always want to smoke inside it since it's rubbing on him.
they both sat on a soft couch they brought inside, the single lamp light illuminated y/n's eager features. she sat sideways on his lap her legs crouched on top of baguko's thighs while one of his hand rubbed hers, the other was around her shoulders. y/n gave him an annoyed look, finally lighting the large beautiful blunt between her plump lips.
"you're so impatient, shut up." she remarked after a casually exhale. they've already had three blunts already and this one was the last before they will order a uber home. (please don't drive high, it can be dangerous. it doesn't matter if you're a 'better' driver when you're stoned :).)
he doesn't respond, surprisingly. causing her to tilt her head to gaze at him, to see that he was already staring at her. his crimson eyes gaze at her lips while his hand massaging her thigh became slower and closer to her bottom but before he could, she passed the blunt. at this moment y/n regretted rolling another blunt, her head was completely fried and her body felt as if she was sinking into oblivion.
a random laugh left her lips, "shittt... i'm high as hell."
"i told ya'. you shouldn't fucking have rolled another one, but now you have to finish it." he shrugged his shoulders simply with his signature smirk. she looked away, not being able to suppress the hotness increasing on her cheeks. one of the hard tasks of being high with her boyfriend is simply not juicing to every word he says.
it's not her fault katsuki is undeniably sexy and hot. the weed in her system just heightens the attractiveness and vibrations of her sex drive. but she will control herself, which is another pretense deception that always vanishes when the blonde's hands become more uncontrollable.
"you're too cruel." she replied with a playful roll of her eyes. after a few passes with each other and the immaculate music playing in the background from y/n's favorite playlist, one of y/n's favorite venereal songs; she lights out the blunt, placing it back inside the pink gar packet.
