(Forgive me for this one. It’s illegal where I’m at, and I’ve never indulged in it. Thought it’d be fun, though.)

you laid on your bed in the dorms, bent over your leg as you carefully packed the stuff in there and rolled it up. Huffing, you ran your lighter under the wrap to seal it. You nodded, opening the window a bit.

Lighting the pot up, you took a slow inhale in. Trying not to cough, you clasped your hand over your mouth as you groaned softly.

“…that one’s too much.” You grunted, trying to choke back the smoke as you shook your head.

As your lungs finally calmed, you let the smoke out of the window as you occasionally took hits from it. Unbeknownst to you, you forgot to lock your door like always.

The door burst open, hand still palm flat on the door as it hit your wall. You flinched, the smoke still hanging from your fingers.

Aizawa took one look at you, your red eyes, and the smoke, and furrowed his eyebrows. He slammed the door closed, stepping over to you.

You looked up at him fearfully, chuckling nervously as you blinked. You were so done for.

“Hand it over,” he grumbled, hand out. You obeyed immediately, passing over to him quickly. With his furrowed eyebrows, he brought it up to his lips and inhaled. “…not bad.”

“Lock your door next time. It’s stupid to keep it open while doing this.”