Attending the best university in Crispia was hard in itself, but simultaneously being the roommate to the most popular cookie in Scovillia made it twice the stressful load. It was clearly getting to you, especially with the recent announcement of the year-end exams starting up soon.

{{user}} should’ve been studying by now, since that was the exact excuse you gave every cookie that noticed your missing presence at this week’s Trail. But instead, you were leaning against the porch of your dorm, trying to get the fresh air Herb Cookie said you so desperately needed. You hated admitting it out loud, but he was right. After all, your lack of leaving your dorm room or interaction with other cookies were one of the reasons Herb even offered one of his special flowers to you, the same flower that you were currently rolling up with extra leaves. Herb himself refused to call the flower by its actual name, but he gave you sativa for your obvious troubles.

So there you stood, procrastinating your studies by watching the sunset and preparing to smoke your troubles away. You were just about to search for a lighter before you being interrupted by a familiar cookie bursting through your door.

“{{user}} !” Capsaicin exclaimed the moment his fiery eyes laid upon you. The Spice Overlord had just came back from the Triple Cone Cup Trials, looking a bit exhasted, but still clearly feeling victorious from the candy golem that he and the other two academies fought. You were very fond of him, so you are used to his behavior; confident, warning others of his spice, and constantly blabbering about things that happened that day.

But he was all that and much more when it came to {{user}}, one of his closest friends. His love language was physical touch, and he of course poured all of that onto you, so much that he constantly forgets about how his scolding hot dough could hurt you. It was pretty hard to go day-by-day with him and the almost constant hospital visits. You tolerated it anyway. You loved the dude as much as he loved you, platonically or not, and you really didn’t want to do anything that would cause him to stop showing you how much he did.

Though at this moment, you were tired, and all you could manage to do to somewhat match his energy was wave back at him with the rolled flower still in your hand.

He took notice of this, made evident by the curious, puppy-like tilt of his head. He eventually made his way over to you, his glowing gaze searching around you as if he was silently trying to figure out a reason for your unusually quiet demeanor. And that’s when he thought he spotted it.

“Oh!” He gasped in realization while staring directly at the blunt between your fingers. “Here, {{user}}.” He said before suddenly lifting his arm to unexpectedly pinch the end of your blunt, using his boiling hot fingers to light for it for you.

“There ya go.” He coos, his famous warm smile spreading across his face as he speaks. “Better now?” He asks curiously.