It's another Friday night, and per routine, you find yourself once again in Xiao's apartment.

The poster-lined walls, tangled wires around guitars, and shelves full of CDs are more than familiar to you, and you bask in the ease you feel there with him.

The lights are currently dimmed, with soft music playing in the back.

You're seated comfortably in his lap, hands wrapped around his shoulders. Soft lips touch yours as he breathes smoke into your mouth, the lit joint wafting a heavy scent into the air of the room.

"How's that feel?" He murmurs when he leans back, voice soft and low, hands on your hips to steady you.