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sorry for being real

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Writers block

Warnings: minor drug use (it’s just marijuana), shotgunning, Byakuya mention, kinds bad writing towards the end.

“Uuhhhhhh”

Yasuhiro had heard a sound come from the library. He wasn’t planning on going to the library but he might as well see what’s going on.

When he walked in he could see two figures in there. One was in the corner with only the light from the computer glowing enough to let them see the notepad they also had next to them. Their hair was bunched up in their hands and thr sound had seemed to come from them. They were hunched over looking hopelessly from the computer screen to the notepad.

And the other person was Togami walking out.

“She’s been doing that for almost 10 minutes now. It’s getting impossible to read” He said as he passed Hiro

“Do you at least now what’s wrong, Booyaka?” At the end of his sentence the rich boy stopped immediately in his tracks

“First of all my name is Byakuya Togami and you will refer to me as such. Secondly, I attempted to ask Fukawa what her problem was but she seemed too stressed to know I was even there”

Hiro would’ve asked a follow up question but Byakuya had already started walking again.

As the taller man started walking farther into the library and towards Toko he could see more of her features.

The way she had let her long eggplant colored hair out of its braids. It was a mess.

He could see the dark circles under her eyes everytime she looked back to the notepad and furiously scribbled something.

He could see the way her leg shakes from beneath her ankle length skirt and how her nails were bit down to the point where they almost bled.

He looked at the screen as she chewed anxiously on her pencil.

As he looked and saw the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything fall back into the arms of the man who doesn’t deserve her. He was furious at how she could go back after all that he’s done to show her how much she meant to him. In her defense, it wasn’t like he ever confessed how he truly he truly felt. As far as she knew she had just gained a friendship that she didn’t want to ruin with unsure feelings. She

“Writer’s block?” Hiro asked from behind Fukawa

Out of frustration she shoved her head in her hands. Hair resting in between her fingertips.

She didn’t hear Yasuhiro. She was too distracted with the absolute garbage in front of her. She knew what was wrong and she knew what she had to write but she just couldn’t do it. It was too much and she was so close to her due date she just had to finish this last chapter. She was too stressed to figure out how to end this.

I just need to take a walk and then my brain will be less like the dumpster fire I am. she thought.

As Toko stood and turned to go to the cafeteria she bumped into something.

��w-w-what are you doing here?” Toko said startled “Aren’t you too dumb to read o-or whatever”

“Ow, Toukocchi,’ Hiro put an over exaggerated hand on his chest in fake hurt, "I’m not that dumb! Your words wound me”

“Well then what are you d-doing here?”

Hiro lifted his hand and put it onto on the fidgety girls head. She flinched a bit.

“You’re having writers block?”

“Y-yeah what’s it to you?” It was a rhetorical question. She had said it almost in anger

“And you’re stressed” Toko hated how soft his voice was all the time. What does he have to be so calm about anyway?

“What are all these useful questions for!”

“I can help you calm down if you need it” Hiro had a way of calming down. It was the one thing people could tell just by looking at him. I mean he looks like the definition of Smoke Weed Everyday. But of course, Fukawa being desperate to finish her work said

“Whatever, buh but make it quick!”

—-

So here they were. The fidgety,anxious, eggplant hair girl sitting on a beanbag chair less than 5 feet away from the worlds calmest, coolest and most collected man.

It wasn’t awkward. At least not for Hagakure who was rolling up what was about to be Fukawa’s “first weed” as she said it.

“first weed” gosh she’s adorable.

It was the least strong of what he had. He didn’t want to scare her too bad with the effects of it. She did have a novel she had to finish.

“S-so what does it d-d-do exactly?”

Hiro almost didn’t understand the question. He forgot how different people react to stuff like this.

“Well, it depends. The most common of things that could happen is that you get the munchies -you know what that is right?- and you laugh a lot. There’s more but those are the most common. You should just generally feel lighter. Not like you’re constantly holding something crazy heavy and expensive and if you drop it everything is gonna shatter, ya know?”

“y-yeah. Do you feel that way often?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes times worse than others”

“O-oh I’m sorry”

“it’s no biggie, Toukocchi, it’s not like you did anything to cause it. it’s just how life is sometimes” He gave Toko a reassuring smile.

Even in this awkward situation Toko seemed to relax more.

Hiro had lit up the joint and took a inhaled its contents as he put it to his lips.

It wasn’t until he passed it to Fukawa that she felt scared to do it. She thought she could but it truly stressed her out more.

“Everything okay?”

“I-I’m.. I’m sorry. I thought this would be easier than it is”

Hiro looked at the joint then to the disappointed look on Toko’s face.

“Um, there’s uh. There’s another way to do this. If you still want to that is. You wouldn’t have to do anything really” Hiro felt awkward now. He wanted for Fukawa to feel calmer he did but this seemed to just stress him out.

“There is?” Toko spoke with a slight ounce of optimism in her voice

“Yeah, all that you would have to do is inhale really. You don’t even have to hold this” He said taking the roller up paper back and resting it in between his middle and ring finger.

God, he was scared. How could he not be. She doesn’t even know what the fucks going on right now.

“I would have to get like, super close to you though”

“How how close?”

“Like.. feel your breath on my face close. Like a kiss almost”

“uh-uh-A WHAT?!”

“It’s not a real kiss. here I’ll show you”

Hiro once again inhaled but this time held the smoke in his mouth. Then he stood up to get closer to Toko. He was gonna kneel in front of her but Toko stood up too. Okay. He cupped her face in his palm and let his thumb tugging on her chin to indicate that she needed to open he mouth a bit. As Hiro started leaning in Fukawa stood on her tiptoes to meet him half way. He tilted his head a but then their noses touched and could see how Toko closed her eyes. He slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth into hers.

As he said she should Toko breathed in his smoke.

When he pulled away he couldn’t help but laugh.

“W-whats so funny?”

“ha! That-you just look so cute!”

Fukawa face turned as red as Leon’s hair. She turned and hid her face in her hand and mumbled something.

“hehe what’s that Toukocchi?” He said still laughing

“I was just saying how I-I could put something like this my next book. I-I-I mean the amount of tension that I could create just from a situation like this is phenomenal. There’s a sense of romance and pinning that I could just ooze from writing about this”

As Yasuhiro heard the gibberish that spouted from the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything he couldn’t help smile. He stepped closer to were Toko had walked off to mumbling in his room and wrapped ome arm around her waist lazily and let the other one rest on her shoulder and he spoke quietly in her ear

“So this is romantic huh? Should we ooze tension out of this too?”

Toko screamed. Hiro laughed and they both finished the joint. It was mostly Hiro but whatever.

—-

The next day In the cafeteria Hagekure sat next to Toko at breakfast. It was an omelet day.

“Hey, Toukocchi, did you ever finish your book?”

“y-yeah I did actually. Um, thank you, Yasuhiro” she did a pathetic version of what a smile is. It still warmed His heart.

“Anytime, kid” he said with a wink.

“Maybe next time don’t grunt for 10 minutes” a voice spoke as it sat down

“S-Sorry Byakuya!”

“Apology considered, Fukawa”

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fake relationship au w/ hagakure and fukawa plz ;w;

oHHHH MY GOSH NOOOOOO but i’ll do it for the hagafuka’s (dont trust my fukawa writing)

They were walking along the beach, just simple things, holding hands and all that good stuff, sand between their toes and nice little kisses on the forehead. The two were having a nice day at the beach as a couple would.

Hours pass, and the two retire back to their hotel, sunburnt as all hell. The two get to their own retrospective rooms, and Hagakure lingers slightly outside her door. A faint yelling could be heard from the room. “God damn it, why did he kiss me?” He puts a hand on the door and returns to his own room. It may just be for the time being, just to help her out, but he can’t help feeling a little bit towards her.

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monkuro, soudamika and hagafuka for the ship meme !!

an ask after my own heart…………

mondo/mukuro

mondo has watched so many dog movies and cried at all of them whether they were meant to be sad or not

mondo snores like a chainsaw. mukuro is a light sleeper. do you see the problem here 

chihiro changed all mondo’s ringtones once and he doesn’t know how to fix them

mukuro doesn’t do top bunk, too much hassle if you need to get up in a hurry 

neither of them are musically inclined but mukuro’s gotta get back for the snoring SOMEHOW

mondo seems more the type to overstretch his cooking abilities trying to impress the gf 

souda/tsumiki

mikan has filled the netflix suggestions with graphic medical shows. souda is squeamish and wary

neither of them snores but souda tends to drool 

the ringtone is kind of irrelevant because souda will call mikan ALL THE TIME just because he can. she’s literally in the other room and he calls. look she answered it just like he thought she would this is so great being married is so great

souda would probably take the top bunk because mikan is afraid of rolling off in the middle of the night. assuming you could get them to sleep separately lol

mikan has a weird sleeping scedule because of Nurse Things but if she wakes him it’s not on purpose

lbr mikan is the clumsiest cook and probably sets things on fire a couple of times a month

hagakure/fukawa

syo has given up on netflix because there’s so much weird shit in there from hagakure’s taste in everything and fukawa researching shit for writing

they both snore but fukawa is louder

fukawa has the weird ringtone because she doesn’t actually go out in public that often but she’ll get a call from hagakure every time, something like ‘tou-chi, are we out of fabric softener again' 

fukawa takes the top bunk. it’s a fort from which she can see anyone coming

hagakure tends to be theone doing things at strange hours of the morning. what are said things? we just don’t know

they’ve both had multiple Major Cooking Failures tbh

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Fukawa waits until 1am, when there’s a 50/50 chance of Hagakure being passed out cold. Luck is with her, or perhaps against her if you consider her nervousness, because when she slips into his dimly lit room he’s laying on his back, looking for patterns in the ceiling. 

He stirs when he hears the door creak, throwing out a questioning “Tou-chi?”

She steels herself and crosses the room, mostly by memory. The floor is a hazardous maze of occult trinkets. Even if her glasses were in place on the tip of her nose, the light from the doorway is only enough to slash across his chest and face, the rest of the room masked by the red haze of numerous lava lamps. 

She finally reaches the bed, a timid push easing his shoulder back down as she straddles his stomach. He yields easily enough, peering up at her with his left eyebrow quirked in that peculiar way. A year into their relationship and it’s still surprising whenever she initiates affection. 

But no time to dwell on that. “I want you,” she announces, with the air of someone who has practiced the words a thousand times. 

“What?” comes the ineloquent response.

“What are you, a monkey? I said I want you!” she says, irritation creeping into her voice, her fist thumping down on his chest.

And it’s then that he notices her lack of glasses. The way her loose hair spills across her shoulders. And the sheer night dress that he’s never seen before, because she hadn’t been bold enough to wear it. 

“Oh,” he says quietly, bringing up a hand and hesitantly running his fingers through the smooth unbraided hair. “Well, Tou-chi

holy shit I’ll finish rewriting this later 

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I wrote this when I was super tired and on the road

I don't feel like converting specific text.

Warnings: Byakuya mention, Celeste mention,Hifumi mention, Leon mention, Chihiro mention, Gym(idk), Tripping and falling, References to past posts

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; ʏᴀsᴜʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀɢᴀᴋᴜʀᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇᴄᴏʀᴇ ɪᴄᴏɴ !!

made by: @fluffytiddy

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okok so im just imagining toko writing a murder of some sort and bein like "oh shit would this work???" and then syo fronts and commits the murder and is like "yea yea it does"

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I wrote this from the hours of 10pm to 3:30am

warnings: hurt/comfort(?), Toko's scars, non despair au, this was super self indulgent and if it's bad blame it on my insomnia brain, drug use(its just marijuana)

"I just have to do this,Toukocchi" the clairvoyant had brought Toko back to her room.

She wasn't known as a klutz or anything. in fact she almost never fell. But somehow as she was up at lunch that day her skirt got stuck and she hit her head on the floor. It wasn't enough to give her any severe head trauma but she did have a slightly open wound at the back of her head.

Yasuhiro had volunteered to help Toko.

He had confessed that he liked the author a while ago, but she dismissed it and (kinda of brutally) shot him down.

■■■

"W-what do y-you m-m-mean you like me?" Toko was in a shocked and seemed disgusted

"Y-y-you're a liar. You're l-l-LYING!!"

"Why would I lie about this?"

"To hurt me! You wanna g-get my h-hopes up and then hurt me w-when I get vulnerable"

"Toukocchi, I-"

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM"

■■■

While Hagakure was hurt that Toko thought that he would do something like that, he knows that it's not his fault that she thinks that way. He also knows that there's no way to change her mind so there's no reason to try.

But he could at least try to earn back her trust and be friends again. Well, acquaintances as Toko called them.

"You don't h-have to do anything" the purple haired girl stuttered

"Of course I do. Your head's bleeding and I don't think you can see it by yourself" Yasuhiro was calm as he spoke, deep voice sending tremers down Toko's spine. Not in a h o r n y sense or anything like that. He just has a deep ass voice. Like holy shit. like wow. you can cause an earthquake with that bass.

They sat on her bed back to chest

"I could have at least tried" Yasuhiro sat down the peroxide he picked up from the infirmary.

He also had cotton swabs and cotton pads. As well as bandages.

The tall one carefully traced the wound with a cotton swab to get the blood out of the way.

He was really close to Toko. Her face was no where near his chest but she could still tell

"You smell"

Hiro huffed some air out of his nose at that. She wasn't wrong. He did smell of lemony mint. He always had a small amount of weed on him in case if stressful situations.

"Oh yeah? Is it a good smell or a bad smell, Toukocchi?" He could feel her shoulders relax and he said that. He dipped a new swab in the peroxide. He didn't touch her wound yet though. He wanted to hear her answer.

"I-it doesn't matter! It's smelly"

"Hmm. Hey, aren't you the one who doesn't shower?"

"Shut up"

"Okay well. This may sting a bit" He cleaned her wound. Toko gasped at the contact from the cold liquid.

Silence.

"It's not that I don't bathe" Toko had suddenly spoken up

"Hmm?"

"I bathe. it's just" Hiro stayed quiet. He didn't wanna say something in case she wanted to stop her confession.

"I have to build up enough confidence to get in the bath sometimes it gets here to late". Hiro supposes that makes sense the water does cut off at a certain for billing reasons but

"Confidence?" It was a simple question. She didn't have to answer. It was less a question for her and more to himself. He kinda meant to only say it in his head.

"Well...My legs th-they"

"Hey, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. You know that right?"

"I need to say this otherwise I'll be by myself forever. My legs are c-covered with scars" Hiro was shocked by this.

But it was enough to bring him back to what he was doing before. He had totally forgotten to put a bandage on

He slowly pealed the protective layer off and spread it carefully at the back of her head.

"Are you n-not going to s-s-say anyth-thing?"

"I didn't realize you were finshed, my bad"

"Well?"

"Well, I think that you have real reason to not want to bathe. But, I'm kind of confused. Do you not want to reopen the scars or?"

"I don't like looking at them"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Toukocchi" Hiro didn't want to overstep his boundaries. But he did want to help

"Should I help you?"

"W-w-w-what!"

"So you don't have to look at them. I could wash you. Not in a weird way or anything! I just"

Hiro seemed to whisper that last part. He felt awkward. He wasn't tryna be pervy he really just wanted to help.

Hagakure stepped aside to the window in Toko's room and lit the pre-rolled blunt. He inhaled the lemony smoke and exhaled it through his mouth and nose.

Toko looked at the stressed man at her window. His long dreads in a ponytail

Bags under his eyes.

Ance scattered on his tanned skin

Blowing smoke

The sun shining on his deep brown eyes.

Elbow sitting in the window ledge as he brought the marijuana cigarette to he lips.

He looked beautiful.

But he also seemed sad.

Hagakure was embarrassed with what he had proposed to his crush. He just wanted her to feel safe... and clean.

"H-hey, Palm Tree?" This made Yasuhiro smile and he brought his face down and puffed outward.

"So I have a nickname now?"

"Do you promise to not do anything weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I let you help me. I-I wasn't gonna bathe today but If y-your o-offer is.. ya know"

"Toukocchi," Hiro turned to look at Toko who was still sat fidgeting on her bed, "I promise from the bottom of my heart, I would never and will never do anything to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable"

"okay but... I don't. I. would it be possible for you to do this without you seeing my body?"

"Honestly I think that impossible. But it could be a bubble bath so I can't see under the water"

"t-th-that-that works. Also if you tell anyone about this you'll regret it. you already convinced me to tell you about my insecurities" she spoke in an angry tone but it was obvious she wasn't mad

"Actually if I'm not mistaken I believe it was you that pressured yourself into telling me"

"SHUT UP"

□□□

"Okay, Toukocchi, hop out" Hiro had looked away as he held an out spread towel in his hands for Fukawa to walk into.

Although he looked away she had subconsciously covered her chest until she got wrapped in the towel.

Hiro looked at her. Her long purple hair upbraided, cascading over her shoulders. He could see the little marks on he nose from where her glasses usually sit.

She's so gorgeous. I hope she realizes that one day.

"Can you get out so I can change?"

Oh shit. Right.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry" Hiro walked out closing the door behind him. As soon as he closed it he heard a locking noise.

He stood out in her room and looked around as she changed in her off room bathroom.

He saw her bookshelf. There were copies of her own books. Hiro was actually a big fan of her work. His mom had gotten him into romance novels. it's one of the things they truly bond over.

There were also some manga comics. Surprising considering Toko made a huge deal of manga not being real literature.

I guess we all have our guilty pleasure

The lock on the bathroom door had turned and the door opened.

Hiro's head and turned to see Toko in her underwear. He was awestruck but quickly turned his head back.

"I forgot m-m-my clothes out here" She quickly grabbed her clothes

"I'm sorry you had to see my ugly body" Hiro couldn't let that slide

"What are you talking about" He turned to look at Toko and his voice sounding of mild annoyance.

Toko was shocked

"W-what?"

"Ugly? Toukocchi, you one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen"

"I doubt that" She dismissed. awkwardly smiling. Hiro walked over to Toko. He looked at where her eyes are.

"Toko. I wouldn't lie to you. I would kiss your whole body if it would make you realize how amazingly powerful you look"

"y-you shouldn't k-keep empty promises, Idiot"

That's when he kissed her. Not on the mouth or anything. It was on the forehead. He held her in his arms.

"I love your skin. It's soft but rough at the same time. it compliments your aura so much."

He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed what was in his palm

" I love your hair. It's a beautiful color and it's so shiny"

"probably from how greasy I am"

"probably from how healthy it is"

He brought his head down to kiss her shoulders. He lifted her arms and kissed her hands and wrist.

"I love your hands. You've written such nice material with them and it shows. Sure they're callosed and rough but it just goes to show how much you care about what you produce"

He kneeled down so his face was to her tummy

"Is this okay with you?"

"mhm" Toko had covered her face from embarrassment. She looked like a rose.

" I need a verbal yes or else this feels weird, Toukocchi"

"I-I- I'm okay with this"

He kissed her tummy and she suddenly felt tense

"My- my legs"

He kissed her thighs. He kissed all over where he saw a scar.

"Your legs are beautiful. If you didn't have them right now you wouldn't have have anything to hate. I wouldn't have anything to make you feel better about."

He stood up and kissed her, on the lips this time. His hand held the side of her face. Her cheek leaned into his touch.

"I love you, Toukocchi" Her rose face was now a bright ruby. The brightest to ever be seen. She hid behind her hair

"You love me for my body? Or do you love me because you feel bad for me?"

Once again he chuckled at this.

"Toukocchi, I love you for so much more than that" He brushed her hair our of her face.

"I love how determined you are. Even if you don't feel like it or realize it. You really do more than what you're capable of if the task is important to you. You're sweet, and quirky and you're always there for the rest of us in your own weird way. I love the way you portray the world in your novels. I love the way you smile when you feel truly at peace. Ya know when you think no one is looking? it's that genuine and pure happiness. Even if it's small it really shows how much you care for all of us and enjoy being around us. Like we're all your family"

"Y-you said a lot of words just then"

"I know you don't like me back. And I'm okay with that. But please know that I will love you for the person that you are no matter what. And anytime you feel like you're ugly remember this moment and remember how beautiful you are"

"Yasuhiro, I-"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise"

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Writers block

Warnings: minor drug use (it's just marijuana), shotgunning, Byakuya mention, kinds bad writing towards the end.

"Uuhhhhhh"

Yasuhiro had heard a sound come from the library. He wasn't planning on going to the library but he might as well see what's going on.

When he walked in he could see two figures in there. One was in the corner with only the light from the computer glowing enough to let them see the notepad they also had next to them. Their hair was bunched up in their hands and thr sound had seemed to come from them. They were hunched over looking hopelessly from the computer screen to the notepad.

And the other person was Togami walking out.

"She's been doing that for almost 10 minutes now. It's getting impossible to read" He said as he passed Hiro

"Do you at least now what's wrong, Booyaka?" At the end of his sentence the rich boy stopped immediately in his tracks

"First of all my name is Byakuya Togami and you will refer to me as such. Secondly, I attempted to ask Fukawa what her problem was but she seemed too stressed to know I was even there"

Hiro would've asked a follow up question but Byakuya had already started walking again.

As the taller man started walking farther into the library and towards Toko he could see more of her features.

The way she had let her long eggplant colored hair out of its braids. It was a mess.

He could see the dark circles under her eyes everytime she looked back to the notepad and furiously scribbled something.

He could see the way her leg shakes from beneath her ankle length skirt and how her nails were bit down to the point where they almost bled.

He looked at the screen as she chewed anxiously on her pencil.

As he looked and saw the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything fall back into the arms of the man who doesn't deserve her. He was furious at how she could go back after all that he's done to show her how much she meant to him. In her defense, it wasn't like he ever confessed how he truly he truly felt. As far as she knew she had just gained a friendship that she didn't want to ruin with unsure feelings. She

"Writer's block?" Hiro asked from behind Fukawa

Out of frustration she shoved her head in her hands. Hair resting in between her fingertips.

She didn't hear Yasuhiro. She was too distracted with the absolute garbage in front of her. She knew what was wrong and she knew what she had to write but she just couldn't do it. It was too much and she was so close to her due date she just had to finish this last chapter. She was too stressed to figure out how to end this.

I just need to take a walk and then my brain will be less like the dumpster fire I am. she thought.

As Toko stood and turned to go to the cafeteria she bumped into something.

"w-w-what are you doing here?" Toko said startled "Aren't you too dumb to read o-or whatever"

"Ow, Toukocchi,' Hiro put an over exaggerated hand on his chest in fake hurt, "I'm not that dumb! Your words wound me"

"Well then what are you d-doing here?"

Hiro lifted his hand and put it onto on the fidgety girls head. She flinched a bit.

"You're having writers block?"

"Y-yeah what's it to you?" It was a rhetorical question. She had said it almost in anger

"And you're stressed" Toko hated how soft his voice was all the time. What does he have to be so calm about anyway?

"What are all these useful questions for!"

"I can help you calm down if you need it" Hiro had a way of calming down. It was the one thing people could tell just by looking at him. I mean he looks like the definition of Smoke Weed Everyday. But of course, Fukawa being desperate to finish her work said

"Whatever, buh but make it quick!"

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So here they were. The fidgety,anxious, eggplant hair girl sitting on a beanbag chair less than 5 feet away from the worlds calmest, coolest and most collected man.

It wasn't awkward. At least not for Hagakure who was rolling up what was about to be Fukawa's "first weed" as she said it.

"first weed" gosh she's adorable.

It was the least strong of what he had. He didn't want to scare her too bad with the effects of it. She did have a novel she had to finish.

"S-so what does it d-d-do exactly?"

Hiro almost didn't understand the question. He forgot how different people react to stuff like this.

"Well, it depends. The most common of things that could happen is that you get the munchies -you know what that is right?- and you laugh a lot. There's more but those are the most common. You should just generally feel lighter. Not like you're constantly holding something crazy heavy and expensive and if you drop it everything is gonna shatter, ya know?"

"y-yeah. Do you feel that way often?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes times worse than others"

"O-oh I'm sorry"

"it's no biggie, Toukocchi, it's not like you did anything to cause it. it's just how life is sometimes" He gave Toko a reassuring smile.

Even in this awkward situation Toko seemed to relax more.

Hiro had lit up the joint and took a inhaled its contents as he put it to his lips.

It wasn't until he passed it to Fukawa that she felt scared to do it. She thought she could but it truly stressed her out more.

"Everything okay?"

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry. I thought this would be easier than it is"

Hiro looked at the joint then to the disappointed look on Toko's face.

"Um, there's uh. There's another way to do this. If you still want to that is. You wouldn't have to do anything really" Hiro felt awkward now. He wanted for Fukawa to feel calmer he did but this seemed to just stress him out.

"There is?" Toko spoke with a slight ounce of optimism in her voice

"Yeah, all that you would have to do is inhale really. You don't even have to hold this" He said taking the roller up paper back and resting it in between his middle and ring finger.

God, he was scared. How could he not be. She doesn't even know what the fucks going on right now.

"I would have to get like, super close to you though"

"How how close?"

"Like.. feel your breath on my face close. Like a kiss almost"

"uh-uh-A WHAT?!"

"It's not a real kiss. here I'll show you"

Hiro once again inhaled but this time held the smoke in his mouth. Then he stood up to get closer to Toko. He was gonna kneel in front of her but Toko stood up too. Okay. He cupped her face in his palm and let his thumb tugging on her chin to indicate that she needed to open he mouth a bit. As Hiro started leaning in Fukawa stood on her tiptoes to meet him half way. He tilted his head a but then their noses touched and could see how Toko closed her eyes. He slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth into hers.

As he said she should Toko breathed in his smoke.

When he pulled away he couldn't help but laugh.

"W-whats so funny?"

"ha! That-you just look so cute!"

Fukawa face turned as red as Leon's hair. She turned and hid her face in her hand and mumbled something.

"hehe what's that Toukocchi?" He said still laughing

"I was just saying how I-I could put something like this my next book. I-I-I mean the amount of tension that I could create just from a situation like this is phenomenal. There's a sense of romance and pinning that I could just ooze from writing about this"

As Yasuhiro heard the gibberish that spouted from the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything he couldn't help smile. He stepped closer to were Toko had walked off to mumbling in his room and wrapped ome arm around her waist lazily and let the other one rest on her shoulder and he spoke quietly in her ear

"So this is romantic huh? Should we ooze tension out of this too?"

Toko screamed. Hiro laughed and they both finished the joint. It was mostly Hiro but whatever.

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The next day In the cafeteria Hagekure sat next to Toko at breakfast. It was an omelet day.

"Hey, Toukocchi, did you ever finish your book?"

"y-yeah I did actually. Um, thank you, Yasuhiro" she did a pathetic version of what a smile is. It still warmed His heart.

"Anytime, kid" he said with a wink.

"Maybe next time don't grunt for 10 minutes" a voice spoke as it sat down

"S-Sorry Byakuya!"

"Apology considered, Fukawa"