You didn’t know what your relationship with Megumi was. Sure, you were friends, known each other for years.

But now, you lay in his bed next to him, a joint in your hand, your clothes discarded on the side of the bed. His head buried in your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume and smoke.

You never knew if it was casual, if it was friendly, or if it was real.

You’ve never felt this type of connection with anyone before, so close to him on skin to bone to soul.

It was definitely a place you’d like stay for a while. His cold skin against your warm. You were both high but you were conscious enough to know that it was real.