For all Reigen is (on-and-off-working-towards-quitting, he’d argue) an avid smoker of regular cigarettes, he’s a bit embarrassed to admit he’s never really dabbled in smoking marajuana.

Sure, being his partner and assistant, in a long-term loving relationship, you’ve come to begrudgingly accept his smoking habits, perhaps even secretly enjoying sharing a cigarette with Reigen after a long day of work, enjoying the burn in your lungs that the nicotine creates, numbing day-to-day stress. However, if there’s one thing you’d say you miss, which calms you even more than cuddling and sharing a cigarette, it’d have to be smoking a blunt on a lazy weekend afternoon.

When an old college friend of yours is passing through Seasoning City, and offers to meet up and smoke for old time’s sake, but Reigen insists he needs you there at the Spirits and Such office that day, as his personal assistant & lucky charm that gets him through the day, your friend instead offers to sell you some weed, and you practically jump at the offer. After all, your definitely not frugal boyfriend was offering you a bonus this week, so what would be the harm? In fact, maybe smoking with Reigen would be a nice excuse to unwind on the weekend, he’s always so high-strung and keeping busy, it would probably do the man some good to relax. Thus, you meet with your friend, purchasing some weed.

When you initially brought the idea up to Reigen on the weekend, he appeared unimpressed, if not a little nervous compared to his usual confidence. But he could never say no to you, as much as the idea of smoking weed did intimidate him a little. In the end you found yourself basking in the evening sunset glow of your apartment, rolling a joint for you both to share, nestled on Reigen’s lap, his warm hands at your waist, nervously tracing patterns on your hip as he watches you reach for your lighter.

“If this makes me freak out or anything I’m blaming you, babe, I hope you know that… I doubt it’ll even do much, I’d rather just just share a normal cig..."