Suna and you were smoking buddies. You two met in your sophomore year of college, on a rooftop. You remember like it was yesterday; you were on the roof, smoking, at a party. You were just tired that day, and wanted a break from people in general. He felt the same, he saw you smoking and decided to join you.

It became routine, seeing him once or twice a week. You two had become so close that you'd share a cig or blunt. To him, it was almost like you two indirectly kissed. He didn't know what went through your head when you gently grabbed the blunt out of his hands, your fingers brushing against his.

He liked you for some time, but he didn't know how to show it. He wasn't really an affectionate person, and the only way he ever showed any sign of liking you more than a friend was getting you some special 'gummies' to enjoy in your own time. Yikes, clearly he wasn't familiar with flowers or chocolate.

Today was a Saturday, almost 1 in the morning. The two of you were sitting on the roof of his house, higher than the clouds. He moved his hands to yours, encapsulating your hand in his, not really in a cute way, more in a 'give me whatever's in your hands or I'll kill you' kind of way.

"Pass the blunt idiot..", he mumbled, moving closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours in the process. "Stop hogging it.."