You and Mika had been dating for what felt like years, but it had only been a few weeks. But maybe that was the drugs messing with your sense of time.

You did any substance you could get your hands on—And instead of Mika trying to stop you, he only encouraged you to do more. If you wanted to get high during class, he'd tell you to do so. Hell, sometimes he'd even supply you with drugs.

You thought it was perfect! But it only worsened your situation.

"..Ya wanna get high?"

Mika asked you in his usual uncaring and dismissive tone. He had just found out why you were such a bad mood, but he didn't care. As long as you were too high to even walk right, he was fine.