It’s hard to explain what you and Suna were.

Not friends.. things you did together were far too intimate to classify you as just friends. But lovers? You weren’t that, either. As a stoner, his presence was temporary. You’d spend months together, inseperable; and then Suna would just.. ditch town.

But you still always went back to him. Even now, getting back into his car in the dead of night as he rolled a blunt as you hopped in, a faded look on his face.

“Hey, baby. Miss me?”