Chapter Text
Bored of the silence in your bedroom you decided to turn on some music as every teenage protagonist in a fanfiction would. While you were dancing around to “Paralyzed” by BTR; you caught yourself in the mirror and laughed at how dumb you looked dancing that way; also taking note of what you were wearing, baggy and ripped black jeans, untied black converse, and a black sports bra. You forgot a shirt.
You made your way to your closet to pick out a shirt to wear. When you started to open your closet door you tripped on your shoelace. Instead of the wall your face met with something soft, warm, and.. Fleshy? You looked up and were met with purple eyes and red hair. Realizing you just got a face full of this mans tits you jumped back. “Who are you and how the fuck did you get in my room?”
“The fuck are you talking about?!” you said as you slowly backed up to grab your skateboard. When you did this you got a better look at him, he was pretty tall and buff, not only that he was only wearing grey sweatpants. He was hot, but that didn’t matter right now. “Get the fuck out out of my house and I won’t splatter your brains everywhere.” you threatened, gesturing towards the board in your hands.
“Your house? You’re the one hiding topless in my closet.” he said through grit teeth. Your eyes widened and you remembered why you went to your closet in the first place. A blush crept up your neck so you went back to grab a shirt. When you grabbed a shirt he pulled toward him and you ended up in a different room. The second you registered you weren’t even in your own room anymore you were pushed against the wall and he towered over you demanding answers “Are you an enemy stand user?” his gaze was nothing less of murderous.
You squirmed under him and his grip only tightened. His eyes were cold and he was dead serious.
“I’m a stand user but I don’t know who you are or what the fucks going on!” you let out as tears threatened to spill. He let you go, but his arms were instantly replaced by the tentacle of his stand to restrain you in his stead.
“I’ll even show you my stand! I’m serious, I don’t know how the fuck I even got here!”
You summoned your stand in desperation, it was a giant mushroom with a cloaked figure of sorts underneath. It had its tongue sticking out and there was a pill like thing on the tongue.
“This is my stand. it gets spores on things and it can transform them into any object I want. The spores react to it’s lights. I- It won’t work on anything self aware though. Do I have to show you?” you said shakily as you finally put your shirt on.
“Go on. Show me then.” He waited patiently.
“Can you throw me something? My range is only three meters.” You said in desperation. He kicked up an empty can of Black Cherry Mountain Dew towards you. You used your stand to turn it into a d20. “There.” you said shaking with fear. The tendrils grip on you tightened then suddenly loosened letting you free. You immediately ran back into my room and spilled your guts into your trash can.
“I Shouldn’t have smoked all my shit last night. Jesus. Should have saved some.” You were panting. This was too much for you to deal sober. You wished you had some weed.
“You saying you wanna get high? I was just about to smoke a bowl.” he paused “You showed me your stand so you’re probably not an enemy. If you were my enemy it wouldn’t make sense for you to act how you are. But that still doesn’t explain how your house and mine are connected. I’m going to smoke a bowl, you can smoke with me if you want.” He said.
You walked over to him, letting yourself examine his room. Your eyes went towards a neon “open” sign, just underneath that was his bed with a motherfucking car bedframe. (A/N: i said “motherfucking” because that is the location in which he partakes in the fucking of mothers) He had a poster of Skyrim’s map and a signed Diamond Jackson poster. Nice, a man of taste. There were gameboy slippers and dirty triforce patterned boxers on the ground next to his bed. He had an rgb mouse and keyboard. And… a creeper titty mousepad. He had a shelf by his PC setup with a pretty extensive amiibo collection.
He approached me, bong in hand and asked “You wanna smoke with me or not bruh? I’m about to light up.”
“Heck yeah man!” you responded, excited to smoke the funny plant. He smiled at you and he started packing the bowl. He lit it up, started hitting it then pulled out the stem. He breathed out a fat cloud after a few moments.
(A/N: the clouds thiccness could rival Polnareffs phat dumpy) He handed you the bong and the lighter and you stood there for a second.
“I.. I’ve never hit a bong before, I’ve only done spliffs and joints.” he giggled at you. “Here, I’ll hit it again. Watch carefully this time.” he took the bong and lighter back, repeating the same thing he did before but much slower. “Got it?” he said, releasing his hit. “Uhhh..” you said, already getting a little bit of a contact high. “Here, I’ll hold it while you hit.” you just nodded at what he said and put your hair up with your MCR scrunchie. You snagged the lighter from him and did everything the same as he did, except he was holding the bong for you. Once you finished your hit he smirked at you and went “Oooh~ an indirect kiss.” you just rolled your eyes at him and handed him the lighter back. He took his hit and to get back at him you told him “I just got done sucking dick before this weird shit happened. That’s indirect sloppy.” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. “Yeah sounds about right.” he said while laughing. “C’mon man” you said and playfully hit his shoulder.
He took the lighter back and took a hit for himself. After a while of this the room was filled with smoke. “Hey what strain is this?” you asked. “Cherry Kush” he responded and went to pack the bowl again.
“You’re gonna get the first hit this time. Oh, and by the way, my name is Kakyoin.”
“Y/N” you responded as he held the bong out to you, he was much closer than the last time though, your shoulders kept brushing against each other. It was kind of awkward. You lit up the bowl the same as you did before and once you finished your hit you looked at him and blew some in his face. Your eyes met and you shifted under his gaze.
He leaned in slowly, giving you the chance to back out, then kissed you softly before pulling back and looking into your eyes. Acting as if THAT never fucking happened he asks
“Wanna play Mario Kart lol”
You aggressively blink at him “I- huh? Ya- You know what? Fuck it. Sure. Why not?”