So high
| Denki Kaminari / Fem! Reader | Wc:2,166k | m.list | Tags: Cannon Universe, Fluff, Cannabis, No proof read. | Summary: Sneaking around after midnight in the dormitories while high with your known trouble-maker friend, Denki. |
Knocking on your upstairs roommates' balcony for the fifth time this week, past the tight curfew maintained by the strict vice president of the classroom. This time was different - due to it being a weekend, there was an additive into the schedule involving a well-known friend, 'MJ'. This routine has been going on since the second year; now, both eighteen and third years.
Kaminari's balcony was directly above yours, and you figured out, through trial and error, when the security robots wouldn't detect you climbing out of the building, using your quirk to assist you. It was roughly midnight when you could execute the plan, having less than two minutes to get inside his room. Once again - successful execution.
Standing outside in your pyjamas with the cold air nipping at your exposed skin. Knowing he was awake, as you could see the colourful lamp seeping through the closed curtains. Waiting for him to unlock the balcony door, it was abnormal that it was locked, but you shrugged it off. It wasn't long before he opened the door, moving to the side to let you in.
The room was dimly lit, his LED lamp sitting on his desk illuminating a darker green. The warm-toned fairy lights above his bed were with Polaroid pictures clipped onto the empty spaces between the bulbs. His bed was poorly made, clear evidence that he was tossing around on top of the blankets. His laptop rested open and bright, a dark screen from a movie he had currently paused.
"Shit, sorry. I was invested in this thriller, but it should have been labelled as a comedy." Kaminari lazily closed the meshed-screened layer of the double-doored balcony, letting the chilled air sweep into the room, gently flapping the curtains with each breeze.
"Yeah? Which one?" You asked, getting comfortable on his bed, pulling out the pre-rolled joint from his bedside drawer.
"Dunno man, just some random shit I came across." Denki laughed, lighting a citrus candle Sero had given him a while back. Then, placing the use-for-literally-everything towel at the crack of the door to prevent the smoke from lingering in the communal hallway, "Light it up."
You noticed that he was stumbling while he walked, slurring his speech and a loopy smile permanently on his face, "Did you already smoke one without me?" You asked, offended over his familiar high personality.
"Nope, but..." He couldn't help but laugh, flopping beside you on the bed, "Brownie. Like basically fifty milligrams times two. Homemade." He spoke, trying to emphasize the words with pauses in between.
"Really? From who? Without me?"
"Hanta said he knew a person who had a cousin who made a really strong dosage of edibles. Only ten bucks for a dozen, a deal if I said so. Anyways, Hanta and I split, and both took six out of the twelve for ourselves."
"Kay," You smacked your lips, "So basically a dealer who made who knows how high of a dosage the batch of dozen is... and now out of the dozen you and Sero split even to each have six?" Trying to paraphrase to comprehend his jumbled sentence.
"Hell yeah, dude. Ya'gon light that or what? He pointed towards the joint between your fingers, "You need to get on my level so we can finish this movie together.'
"But I missed half the movie?"
"That's the best part… you don’t need to know anything to enjoy it.” He chuckled, handing you a spare lighter he placed in his pocket from the candle.
Lighting up the pre-roll, the smell of marijuana lingered in the room. The smoke trail dancing towards the meshed-screen as an area to skedaddle towards. It wasn’t a sweet smell, lying in bitterness almost like a subtle skunk smell. Cheap weed from a high school student but the quality didn’t matter anymore; just the effects.
Laying there together, legs intertwined as the joint was passed around like a frat-member in his prime, watching the movie while getting more stoned by the hour. Finishing off the joint to its last huff before you hit the filter, giving it to Denki to dispose of.
As each hour passed the time seemed to slow down. It was obvious your compadre was on the edge of fading, while you were just regular amount of stoned. It was roughly two am and the both of you filled with giggles, having to change the movie to Megamind on Netflix.
“Fuck. I hate to admit this.” You started to giggle, thinking about the chain reaction that was about to start, “I’m like… kinda hungry lowkey.”
Just like you thought, he lit up - sobering up the tiniest bit at the thought of food. On queue, his stomach rumbled loudly, “dude.” He pushed your shoulder, almost making you fall to the side if you weren’t balanced on your left elbow, “I thought you were never going to say that. I’ve been like, like, like uh…” he trailed off, “let’s go.”
He got up first, helping you up. Your hand interlocking with his, whenever the two of you were inebriated with substances it usually meant being touchy and exhibiting PDA by holding each other, constantly touching, it wasn’t any different from the sober self’s- this time it was just more elevated.
The two of you stumbled out of the elevator onto the main floor to the common room. Hushing each other for being ‘too loud.’ resulting in more hushed fits of laughter.
“What do you want?” He asked, looking in the shared fridge for snacks or ingredients.
“Noodles. Grilled cheese. Cake. Pizza.” You started to rattle off, your stomach grumbling and mouth salivating with each item of wants.
“Well, we unfortunately don’t have cake or pizza. So grilled cheese and noodles?” Denki rummaged around, looking for the spare packs of Buldak ramen, “get started on the grilled cheese, I’ll do- I’ll, egg with ramen?” He asked
“Two eggs.”
Trying to cook while high? Disaster, it wasn’t efficient nor effective. “How come my cheese isn’t melt-y?” You asked, flipping it for what seemed to be the tenth time in the past five minutes while the kettle water boiled for the instant ramen.
“I dunno. It feels warm though.” He placed his finger ontop of the soft, uncooked bread. “I think it’s gonna be done soon.”
While he checked the time on his phone, getting distracted and scrolling on social media - laughing to himself when a shitpost came on his feed. Trying to contain his laughter, it affected you. Laughing with him over nothing until the two of you were clutching your stomachs, sitting on the floor with your backs pressed against one of the cabinets.
Looking up at the stove, nudging his side, “oh shit.” You covered your mouth, tears swelling in your eyes.
“What? What is it?” He laughed
“It’s not on.”
“What? What’s not on?”
“My fucking grilled cheese- the stoves not on.” You pointed towards the burner that was currently turned off, your hand shaky. Double breathing to keep your giggles in check, one moment away from waking everyone up with howls of laughter.
“Pffft!” He spat all over himself, falling onto his side and covering his face with his hands to muffle the literal screams of laughter.
“Shut the fuck up!” You whined, following his pursuit, “dude! You told me the food was hot!”
“It-“ he tried to speak between intervals, “I dunno! I’m high!”
The two of you gently hit each other, trying to hush up before someone heard all the hooting and hollering from the kitchen.
“Shh-“ “shut the fuck up-“ “dude I’m trying!” “Pfft!”
The kettle was singing an ugly squeal, but neither of you could even move to take it off the heat source. Too busy on the floor, shaken with fits of silent giggles and tear stained faces.
Click.
The big light turned on, illuminating the whole room - rendering the both of you silent, looking at each other with wide eyes, hands still over mouths.
Now able to see each other, both of your faces were beet red, shoulders still shaking, eyes red and puffy with wet streaks down your faces. Neither of you dared to speak, dared to move. Not wanting to alert the figure that either of you were in here for a two am snack.
“Come out. Now.”
“fuck.” You whispered, muffled into your hands “it’s Mr. Aizawa.”
It wasn’t the first time the two of you been caught doing dumb shit together, being caught by multiple and then reported to your teacher. It stilled scared the living shit out of you two. Especially now being stoned, adding that extra layer of paranoia and unbelievable giggles from being together.
“Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’re in here.” He spoke again, rough with the edge of sleep and the annoyance of it being so late in the night, “if you don’t, I can guaranteed a week of house arrest.”
Denki uncovered his mouth, emphasizing the words to lip read ‘I’m blazed’
Deciding to take the fault for the both of you, not wanting him to get in extra trouble for being absolutely faded. Standing up, your hands placed neatly infront of your lower stomach, trying your best to put a pitiful look on your face.
“Mr. Aizawa… what are you doing awake?” You tried to start a friendly conversation, wanting to distract him from the situation at hand.
“What is this?” He asked, referring to the messy kitchen.
“I got hungry.” You tried to shrug off, “it’s a little hard to cook in the dark.”
“Where is he?” He asked more as a statement than a question.
“Who’s he? You think I would have an accomplice- I’m offended.” You placed a hand over your heart “I just wanted a midnight snack.”
The teacher groaned, smacking his face in disbelief that you were trying to deceive him. “There’s two of everything being made. Unless you’re going to eat all of that food, I suggest he comes out.”
Reluctantly, Denki finally popped out from under the kitchen island - proving Aizawa’s suspicions.
“My office. Now.” He walked off, expecting obedience.
Knowing the drill, the two of you walked behind him- dragging your feet in unison. Trying to use your eyes to communicate, but after looking at each other for too long it ended up threatening the giggles to spill out.
Taking a seat in the office, Aizawa sat on the other side. Looking tired and disappointed but not surprised, his computer light shining on his face.
He sighed, “I don’t want to know, all I know is that the two of you should be sleeping.”
“But it’s a Saturday.” You whined, “People don’t sleep on a Saturday. You know, most people relax and have a beer or something!"
"Well, you're not most people,"
Denki snickered, mumbling a 'fun police' under his breath. Making both of you snort to keep the fits of giggles contained.
"I heard that, Kaminari, house arrest for five days. And for you." He gazed towards you, letting out a soft huff, "House arrest for four days, and I expect the substances you two are using to be in my office tomorrow morning, or else there will be added consequences."
"What! No fun!" the two of you protested in sync, looking at each other in disbelief.
"You're lucky I don't expel you two. Having marijuana on campus is strictly prohibited and can lead to serious consequences." He sternly said, "Now go to your separate rooms, if I'm woken again from either of you-" he trailed off.
"What about our food?" Denki spoke up, thinking about the half-made food in the kitchen.
"Fine, finish making it and then separate rooms."
You and Denki left his office and went back to the kitchen to finish making the unfinished food. Cracking jokes once again, back into the routine despite getting in trouble.
He snickered, turning on the stove-top this time for the grilled cheeses. Pouring the water into the instant noodles. "I bet he just wanted the weed on his desk to smoke it when he's alone."
"Pfft! Don't say that! If he hears you-" You couldn't help but hiccup between chuckles, "I bet so too. Bro, he's gonna be fuckin' smoking all our stash"
Once the food was made, taking each of the shares with each other - being forced to go to your seperate floors because Aizawa was definitely looking at the cameras.
"I'll see you on the other side." You playfully quoted, ironically saluting him as you stepped off the elevator to your floor.
"I'll see you on the other side." He saluted back with a wink while the elevator door closed.
Going inside your room, it was empty. Missing your above-you-neighbour friend, putting the food on the desk and taking out your phone to FaceTime him.
He answered with no hesitation, "Hey, hey, do you think Mr. Aizawa can stop the two of us if we band together in rebellion?"
"Definitely."
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