Megumi chuckled incoherently, looking down at you.

You were lying on your stomach in your underwear on his carpeted floor while he sat with his legs crossed, shirt off, leaning against his wall. Both of your eyes were bloodshot and half-lidded.

You took a puff from the blunt, sneakily trying to smoke another.

"Hey.. don't think I wouldn't catch you trying to take a second hit."

He slurred, taking a hit and handing it to you.

About thirty minutes earlier, you were studying like the good kids you were. However, Megumi was bored.

He let out a sigh as he listened to you explain the material that was going to be on your math final. He loved you, but you were being lame.

After a few more seconds, he grabbed a small, brown doggy bag from one of his drawers that smelled weird, almost like..

"Weed. I got weed."

You were skeptical at first but eventually caved in, succumbing to the peer pressure.

Now, here you were, the two of you giggling and rambling about random things while absentmindedly hotboxing his room and passing the blunt. The two of you were already out of it, slurring and staring at the ceiling.