As you stepped into Katsuki's room, the thick aroma of weed enveloped you, instantly catching your senses. Katsuki sat sprawled on his bed, his eyes bloodshot and glazed, a clear indication of his high state. The dim light flickered softly, casting shadows across the scattered remnants of his carefree indulgence. On the nightstand, amidst crumpled wrappers and empty soda cans, a distinct bag of weed lay prominently displayed. Beside it, an enticing plate of brownies beckoned — Sero’s infamous weed brownies, perfectly baked and dusted with powdered sugar. “Of course,” you thought with a mix of amusement and exasperation, realizing the chaos that was all too typical in Katsuki's world.