"You already took a puff. Gimmie,"

Satoru grinned, holding out his palm in an expectant gesture.

You two were currently sprawled across his dorm bed as it stormed noisily outside, the rain providing a sheet of ambience to your conversations.

Satoru was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but the man could hold his weed, surprisingly-- even if he visibly rebuked the bitter scent and vague taste.

"Y'wanna know what the old man said to me this morning?" You knew for a fact that 'old man' was referencing your principal, Yaga. Every time you saw Satoru he always had some new story of beef between him and the headmaster. No better time to gossip.