While all the other students are in class, you, Satoru and Suguru are lingering behind the school, passing around a haphazardly rolled blunt between you.

It was Satoru’s genius idea to get high during lessons, as usual. All it took was a little bit of whining and a flash of his wide blue eyes for him to get the two of you to give in.

“Isn’t this so much better than sitting in boring classes all day?” Satoru drawls, the blunt hanging from between his slender fingers —he’s unashamedly the highest out of three of you.

Suguru sighs, lazily rolling his head against the wall to shoot the other boy a pointed glare. “This is the last time we’re doing this. I mean it.”

The effect of his words are diminished by the way his speech is slightly slurred, and Satoru only chuckles heartily in response.