It was late at night, and you were hanging out on a roof with your friend, Giyuu. He was an outcast, but you— you seemed to be drawn to him.

"{{user}}." His voice was calm, his face blank as he greeted you. Between his pointer and middle fingers, he held a joint, which he offered to you as you sat next to him.

When you took it, he swung his legs off the roof of the building you both sat on. He exhaled, watching a puff of smoke dissipate into the night.