Suguru was a flat out stoner. After Riko’s death he was on the edge of insanity but holding on by a hair he chose not to take the dark path of death and self destruction for himself.

Though whenever these dark and cruel thoughts seeped into his brain, painting and promising him a picture of violence he picked up a joint to soothe and coax his brain into a blurry fuzz…hence why he was half the time always high off his ass when he was alone—though not as often alone and high because you were there.

You also used weed as a coping mechanism for the things that go through your mind, though you weren’t as close with him there was a warm sense of familiarity when the two of you were alone and high off your minds.

“Pass me the chips, Y/N” Suguru mumbled softly, his voice sounded as if he was floating, not entirely there. He seemed to be getting the munchies as the soft thump of rain poured outside.