SO HIGH (SCHOOL) — IKENO X READER
cw !!: high school AU, classmates to lovers, delinquent!smart!ikeno x stressed!councillor!reader, marijuana use (first time for reader), mentions of smoking, kissing, shotgunning, gn!reader :)
a/n: giggles & kicks feet, the ikeno brainrot is strong … title was deliberate i just had to.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO whom, as a student councillor, you have had to remind at least thrice a day to wear his uniform properly. he makes a remark that sounds awfully a lot like “bitch”, before moving down the hall coolly.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who is notorious for being extremely proficient in his homework, but can’t be bothered to complete it. his ego tells him he can recite answers off the top of his head with a few glances at a question.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who gets called over by his homeroom teacher one day and spots the naggy student councillor standing right next to their teacher — sucking up to him as always? probably.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who immediately backs out when he learns he has to tutor you in math, because despite his presumptions, you’re struggling in juggling council and school work. he makes a jab at you once the gears turn in his head.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO whom you found smoking when you’d arrived to your first tutoring session. you scoff audibly and snatch his joint, crushing it under your shoe; “no smoking in school premises!” his breath reeks of cannabis while explaining functions to you as you divert your face elsewhere inconspicuously.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who doesn’t stop with his habits despite your alarmingly pestering presence in his life. every other day, precious grams of weed are being smushed under your shoe, thrown out the window or simply swiped away. once he’s finally alone, the flick of his pocket lighter becomes a familiar comfort once again, tip of the white stick igniting into a glowy ember.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who looms over your first hit like a shadow. his eyes trail up your fingers that prop the joint up, down to the lips that curl as you lift it up to inhale deeply. you immediately choke, coughing erratically as he soothes you with verbal coaxes about the way you breathed in too hard. he guides you afterwards, words easy to the ears and praising, “good job…”
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO whom you experience your first high with, the burn in your throat itching and clawing at you to let out another cough, but you barely stifle it while ikeno is ever the experienced one. math worksheets are forgotten and a different kind of focus is put into motion.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who initiates leaning in closer until you can both feel the warm heat of each other’s breaths, the heavy scent of weed in your nostrils every time you breathed in sync with him. his lips find yours first, a kiss riddled with the ecstasy and rush of both cannabis and the electric tension between either of you. his digits tangle in your hair quickly, mussing up your neatly done hairdo with the fervours of getting lost in you that are only heightened by his high.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who finds shotgunning very attractive and taught you how to execute it gradually. he can’t get enough of the sight of you taking a huge drag of the joint, holding it in before bringing your face closer to exhale the billowing cloud of smoke into his mouth. on days where you’re not there with him, the thought of the time you blew smoke into his mouth during a kiss is enough to get him going.
HIGH SCHOOL!IKENO, who loves to hear about his partner’s troubles surrounding the student council while their lilt voice goes breathier from the intake of weed to soothe their nerves after a particularly hectic day. in which, you find yourself in that moment of rebellion from student leader to carefree juvelinity to be temporary freedom.
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p.s. i had so much fun writing this, lmk if i should turn this into a full fic !!
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