#plug!denki

for a couple of days you've been keeping up with society by energy drinks and cigarettes. a habit that had been so hard for you to get rid of but pretty easy to get back onto. even though your room reeked of the smell from how many you had, it wasn't hitting the same. the buzz and the lightheaded-ness were no longer there, just inhale and exhale.. nothing more nor less.

by snooping around you found your uni's primary source of dope. your eyes burned onto your phone screen. it wasn't like you had never tried weed before. just, ordering it was a big commitment. so spontaneous of you that when you had come back to your senses, you hesitated for a second.

exhaling, you pressed on the account, deciding it was safer to message than call. at least that way you could have a digital barricade between yourself and embarrassment.

hey. got your snap from kirishima.e. u got anything on deck for rn?

your thumb tapped against the send button once and you immediately slid out of the chat, your neck hitting the headboard with an exhale. your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip, you'd check your messages, pursing them when there was nothing.

sure. how much?

your brows shot up at the ding.you let yourself take a breather,not giving him the satisfaction of your anticipation.when a minute or so had passed you quickly slid into the chat again, your fingers working fast on the keyboard.

1/8th indi

before texting you had done a lengthy research,seeing how many joints one gram would give you,different types of weed,dealer slang etc ,and felt fairly confident about what you were saying.you debated on whether or not to add a ? at the end but decided not having any punctuation marks made you look at least a little cool.

his stupid blond haired bitmoji popped up on the corner.it peeked over your typing bar as if it was mocking you. your teeth were assaulting the edge of your bottom lip now, picking at the skin mindlessly.

alr pull up

and then a location. sitting up straighter on your bed now,you retracted at the message. you had to go and pick it up?? you sprung out of your comfort, immediately starting to get ready. your greasy hair was put up in a tight slicked pony and you put on enough makeup to make it look unintentional.

the whole drive there had you on your toes, anticipation simmering as you rehearsed what you were going to say at least a million times. your eyes darted to your phone propped up on the air ventilation every now and then, hoping to get a message from him. you didn't even know what. you just needed something to calm your nerves atleast a little bit.

pulling in next to the sidewalk,you stared at his door as if it was offending to you. you picked on your nails, once, twice before placing your forehead on the steering wheel, already regretting everything.your car honking snapped you out of your thoughts as you perked up, cheeks flushed.

you turned your head more than once, seeing if anyone caught that. besides a middle aged woman with a stank face, walking her dog, you were fine. you sighed, cupping your face in your hands before groaning into them.

after a couple of minutes you had finally built up the courage to walk up to his door. on his porch, the old wood whined under your feet with each step. you stopped in front of his house , took a deep breath and counted to three.

one.. two..

click

just as your hand was moving to knock, it froze in the air as the blond man stood opposite from you. he was wearing a white tank top, sweatpants hung low , tattoos scattered across his arms. it took a second for the smell of his house to hit your face. it reeked of.. well. you know.

at your surprised eyes and very flushed cheeks he couldn't help but snort.that didn't ease your situation, lips pressing together in embarrassment as you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. denki immediately caught that, waving his hands around innocently.

“sorry sorry! you just look so surprised” he smiled softly,making your heart skip. your chuckle came out more awkward than you intended it to be. he tilt his head and gestured at the small steps. “i heard those old things croak, so I figured someone was at the door”

you turned your head towards the stairs, like you'd forgotten what was behind you.

“oh yeah I guess..”

you blinked once or twice before flipping your head towards him now. “well come in. I got your stuff ready” he gave you one look down, so quick you almost might've missed it. you followed suit when he walked inside, eyes scanning around.

you couldn't see much of the other rooms since it was dark ,the only way of navigation being a beat up floor lamp on the far corner of his living room.

“sit,sit.” he urged you. you plopped ur ass on the couch, the furniture making a small creaking noise. you tried shrinking yourself as much as possible, one leg over the other and hands placed linked atop your lap. the weird stains the couch had made you tighten up more within yourself.

on the small coffee table in front of your knees, lay scattered different bags, all with different types of drugs.from weed to coke, pills etcetc.

“sorry about the mess, cleaning up and whatnot” his hand flew up to mingle with the small hairs that trailed down his neck,eyes darting away.the house was messy, thats for sure, but it seemed more like a mess accumulated over time, not because he was cleaning up. apart from you sniffing that out (literally), what really convinced you was the pizza boxes shoved under the couch , kicking them when you pressed your heels back.

denki excused himself for a moment, saying he had to get your things. from how nice and friendly he was being, it calmed your nerves a little,making you feel less like a loser.

in a few minutes a plastic baggy was waved in front of your face, paired with a chuckle. you reciprocated, but it still had some awkward undertones nonetheless.

he circled around the couch, settling in next to you before grabbing another small one which had been on the table in front of you.

“i gave you a lower thc percentage, guessing it's your first time?” he gave you a look from the corner of his eye, still organizing the product he had. you internally wondered if it was that obvious that you had no idea what you were doing.

your hands curled up in your lap, something which did not go missed by denki. “ah.yeah um.. It is technically my first time” the double innuendo passed your thoughts for a moment, making your cheeks warm up, but it went as quickly as it came.

“mhm.. you know how to roll a joint?” you inhaled , a little harshly, like it would be your last time breathing. you crossed your ankles one over the other eyes zeroing in on your hands ,nails still picking on your skin. “ah.. uh no, not really.”

denki gave a small nod before lifting his hips up to stretch sideways and past you to open the drawer on the other side of the couch. from this position you could see the muscles on his bicep stretch and struggle with him, the fine lines inviting you to touch. you pressed your palms harder against your lap.

when he got nicely settled on the couch again, you had been too busy ogling him to realize he had a pack of opened index cards on his hands, the ones he had fished out the cabinet. he laid them out next to the rolling papers.

he grabbed another smaller zip back full of weed, separate from the ones he had put aside for you. “ill teach you how” he turned to face you, baggy on his hand and that stupid smirk on his face “ my specialty for first timers” wink.

he held a rolling paper between his pointer and thumb, slightly curling it to create a fold. he did it slowly enough for you to mentally note how you should do it and how good his fingers looked bent like that.he put one of the rolled up index cards on the far end of the paper. “this works kind of like a filter” he held onto it before distributing the weed along the crease of the paper. he pinched the paper again now, rolling it back and forth between his fingers.

your eyes kept trading between the focus of his expression and how his practiced fingers moved across the joint. your thighs clenched a little snugger together when you saw him bring the joint to his mouth, sneaking the tip of his pink tongue out from between his lips and licking a stripe across the edge of the paper before sealing it.he rolled the opposite end before grabbing a lighter inside the front pocket of his sweats.

“y'wanna try?” suddenly he flipped his head towards you,you were halted out of your thoughts. thoughts which had prior been about how nice his jawline looked in the shitty dimmed room.

“oh uh. yeah” you reached out to grab the blunt from his hands but it was quickly snatched away from your reach.

“i meant rolling one silly” he smiled at you before nudging the necessities your way. you puffed out your cheeks, leaning down to reach the low set table. from this angle , denki could see the small patch of skin on your lower back from your hoodie riding up. he averted his eyes, lighting his joint and exhaling, now fixated on your work.

with shaky fingers you tried replicating his movements feeling his gaze burning the back of your head. your lips rubbed together in concentration.when you were about to add the weed you heard a tut behind you, making you freeze in place.

“you forgot the filter”

“oh yeah.” you grabbed the small rolled up index card, placing it how he did on the wedged paper. you kept going, with the other steps. sprinkle, roll, tongue. the finished product was a bit wonky, not as sturdy as denki's was.

“let me light it” with his own between his lips, resting on the corner of his mouth, he leaned forward, one hand cupping the end of your joint, close enough that you could smell his axe body spray overpowered by the smell of cannabis.his thumb rolled against the spark wheel , golden eyes lighting up when the flame finally appeared.holding it against your curled end his eyes moved to yours. conveniently ,yours were on him too.

“inhale” and you did. the wick slowly started burning down, even after the flame had gone.your back hit the couch now , smoke lingering with his in the air.

“ ‘you planning to smoke with your cheerleader friends? ” his words made a laugh echo in your chest, a real one this time.

“ no.. haa–” you tilted your head, resting your temple against the soft cushion of his sofa. “ just wanted something for the stress ” he nodded along, head resting the same way.

“figured.girls like you usually prefer sativa.”

“girls like me?” you strained your neck just to give him one of your looks. he did the same, though, his expression was much softer.

“yknow.girls like you. pretty, popular, bubbly.” your heart clenched at 1/3 of that comment. you let out a thoughtful hum before resting your neck comfortably again.

“ glad to know that's all people think of me ”

he rolled his eyes playfully his neck still bent in a way to look at you, eyes tracing your glowing profile. he stopped at your mouth, jealously creeping up at the blunt resting between your lips.

“ I didn't mean it like that. that's just how the stereotype is. just like I'm the oh so dangerous drug dealer” his chest beamed forward at his own words.

“self proclaimed.. I'm guessing?” denki let out a humorless laugh, enunciating every dry ha ha “very funny”.

the room went quiet after that, the only sound being the small huffs and puffs of smoke. as your mind slowly blanked out .you couldn't help the words that spilled out of your mouth next.

“thanks for thinking I'm pretty”

denki leaned forward on the small coffee table, shoving the remains of his blunt into the ashtray. he placed his elbows on his knees, looking at your dazed expression over his shoulder. your eyes had already started to swell up, the red creeping around the frames that were your lids.

“ didn't know you needed me to say it” you sat up straighter now, leaning forward and towards him. your stance was more relaxed now , not caring much about the stains on his worn couch. your thighs had parted slightly, almost involuntarily. it's like you were on autopilot.

“ don't. but it feels more genuine from you.. someway.”

you could feel the tips of your ears warm up, you were glued to his lips. your mind telling you to do one thing over and over again. you leaned forward more, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as your breath got laboured, chest heaving up and down. denki froze in place, not moving towards you but not away either. he didn't know what to feel either when he felt your soft lips press against his, your hand snake around his neck and the one still with the blunt in hand rest against his cheek.

he indulged in it, for a bit that is. enticed and manipulated by the way your nails dug into his hair, how your hand stroked his cheek and how your tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. then he quickly broke it off, a hitch escaping from you at the lack of warmth.

“you're high” he sighed at your surprised eyes paired with swollen lips, an expression which shot blood all the way down to his cock. he turned away from you, not trusting himself to keep his composure. he hid his face in his palms and you felt so so dumb from thinking there was actually something there. you sprung up from the couch, grabbed the small zip bags and replaced the empty space with two 20$.

you mumbled a quick apology before rattling the doorway shut with a bang.

only late at night, when your eyes were bloodshot red from the weed and crying did you hear your phone ding again.

call me when you're sober