#My dumbass accidentally deleted it instead of editing it lmao

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Gonna be drawing less cuz my fingers got injured

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SO my dumbass accidentally deleted the whole request because I was tinkering with the HTML on Tumblr mobile (it only lets me edit desktop-made posts as HTML instead of Rich Text). The app is a nightmare how do you guys use it as your base of operations sobs

Good thing I took pics of the req to show a friend before it got deleted except for the Yaku one /sigh/ Whoever requested this, I’m sorry if you won’t be notified because of my dumbassery lmao. 

I’ll be putting it under a cut (this was what i was trying to do on the mobile but then i messed up).

Sugawara

Sugawara really doesn’t approve of your habit of hotboxing in your room to cope with the stress.

“There are healthier outlets,” he says.

Nonetheless, he is definitely the boyfriend that would go out of his way to get you your favorite food for when you’re under the influence, be it the brownies from the corner market or your favorite drink to alleviate the cottonmouth.

He tells you all the time, “This is the last straw,” with that mama bear voice of his, but you just know that he’d still let you off the hook, should you do it again. 

“When you’re sober enough, I’m going to tutor you, okay?”

Best caretaker award goes to him 100%

Kenma

The first time he found out that you smoked pot, Kenma didn’t know what to do with the information, since it was pretty foreign to him and Kuroo never really exposed him to that kind of thing.

But when you managed to coax him into trying it, he became low-key into it.

Eventually, he even surpassed you at the art of blunt-rolling.

Although, he was no stoner. He’d moderate his habits since he knew that too much of anything was bad. He encouraged you to do the same.

But at the rare occasion when you’re crumbling from the immense pressure of your looming finals, he’d humor you and smoke a few joints of your favorite strain as a lo-fi playlist played in the background of your room. 

When you’ve had your fun, he’d remind you that you still had exams.

“You know you can’t run away from your revising, right? Come on, I’ll help you out.”

Kenma would definitely indulge you but will also keep you grounded to your responsibilities owo

Nishinoya

Oh, no. Here he comes. The campus weed boi.

Since the two of you initially bonded at a party because you got your stuff from the same guy, Nishinoya knew the ABC’s of stress relief via getting high. Eventually when he became your boyfriend, he decided to crank things up a notch, too.

He’d bring along his massive bong when he’d hear about you stressing over exams, of course.

“Yuu, what the fuck?”

He’d grin at you cheekily before unpacking all the things he brought for the sake of your peace of mind.

He’s always told you that bongs get people really high really fast so that just meant that the high would fade just as quickly.

That wasn’t always the case, so you’d end up baked for at least three hours, depending on what strain he got you.

Instead of reviewing, you’d be giggling and making out with your boyfriend as you took turns hitting the bong.

“I’m sorry,” he’d murmur against your mouth. “I was supposed to help you, but I got you further off track instead.”

But that was all right, since there wasn’t anything better than Noya cheering you up in the best way he knows.

Revising was for chumps, anyway.

Kageyama

Kageyama was pretty adamant with the fact that you smoked weed in general since he’s a pretty traditional guy.

He sees it as some act of rebelliousness.

It was a walking-on-thin-ice kind of topic, so the two of you would just avoid talking about it, since you weren’t willing to quit and he didn’t try to accept it.

But one time, the tension just spilled over and the two of you got into a really messy fight that lasted for days.

Your mind was a mess -- finals was coming up, your boyfriend isn’t making it easy for you to find solace, your stash was running low, and your dealer was heading out of town.

But then, as you were hitting the last joint you could roll up, Kageyama emerged from your door with a clear plastic bag full of what seemed like a whole ounce of weed. You could see there were still stems and little seeds mixed at the bottom though.

“I heard your dealer was away,” he muttered, giving you the plastic bag of obviously bad weed. 

Man, you never thought you’d live to see the day when your boyfriend would personally buy you a gram, much more a whole ounce. 

You tackled him onto the floor and peppered him with kisses.

“H-Hey, you need help with revising, right?”

“That can wait, Tobio~”

Yaku

To your surprise, Yaku makes really really really good edibles. The ones he make are on practically god-tier compared to the others you’ve had the pleasure to taste.

His specialty lies in cannabis infused chocolate bars. 

Yaku is very popular for them in the underground, but he only takes a few orders at a time because they’re really tedious to make. The most he’s made was about four batches within the span of three months. 

Nonetheless, his space brownies, for lack of a better term, were out of this world.

As you were lamenting over the fact that your professor still hasn’t sent the slides for some of your coursework, you were munching on the brownies that simply melted in your mouth. 

At your request and after a long time of convincing him, Yaku made you six laced brownies every week. You insisted on a dozen but there simply wasn’t any bargaining with him.

“If I find you dead from space brownie overdose I might actually jump off a cliff, you know?”

Still on edge, you ask Yaku to come over because feeling the effects of his godly creations isn’t as great when you’re alone. 

When he came, he’s carrying a basket in his hands. It’s strange since he only brought out the basket when he’s giving you something special. From what you recall, you still have about three brownies left.

With a warm smile, he hands it to you. Once you peek under the cloth that covered its contents, you almost dropped it.

“Yakkun! Didn’t you make about three orders of this last week?” you nearly yelled in his face as trembling fingers reached out for his heavenly pot chocolates sealed in a Ziplock.

He shrugged. “I know how hard you always are on yourself during finals week. I figured I’d spoil you a little.”

You sure didn’t make any mistake in dating your university’s edible legend.