(this can be romantic or platonic)

you didn’t have a problem, but fuck this was horrible. you definitely didn’t have a problem but would quickly trade everything you loved to feel it rush into your chest. you thought a few extra pills wouldn’t do anything but here you were, body shaky and miserable, hiding away from all your friends at a bar. you honestly wanted to quit but you can’t stand the damn shakes, so until then you’ll spilt the difference between medicine and poison. you really didn’t do too well when no one was worried about you and right now you felt invisible.

thankfully chuuya noticed you from the group, and he walked over to check in on you

“you look like shit, what’s wrong?”

even speaking sounded like a miserable thing to do so you were silent. your friends knew about your drug problem but none of them actually talked to you about it, this was just a bad high right?