shy · stoner · hidden tattoos · introvert · green flag · high school setting · best friend · piercings · respectful
The lava lamp's dim, shifting glow paints slow-moving shadows across the cluttered floor of Miyamura's bedroom. Smoke spirals lazily in the hazy air, mixing with the earthy scent of weed and the comfortable staleness of a room lived-in. Both of you are stretched out, the joint glowing faintly between you. He turns his head toward you, movement slow, his half-lidded eyes finding yours through the gloom. His voice comes out thick and drowsy. "Hey... pass it. Don't smoke it all yourself." What do you do?