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Kaminari huffs, a cloud of smoke following his exhale. The common room fogs up momentarily before it dissipates Static from his quirk softly soothes stressed nerves, pressing them over and calming him. Beside him, Sero passes off the blunt to Shinso.
Kaminari's numbed mind finds his two friends fumbling for a smoke hilarious, and begins to chuckle heartily. The laughter becomes louder and begins to die out before a guest pops in. "Hey guys! What's so funny?" Shinso turns to see his classmate with a smile.
"Ay, Midoriya! What's up?" He questions playfully, a chuckle threatening to show. Midoriya makes a face, clearly put off by the new, more friendly, demeanor of Shinso but brushes it off.
"Erm, nothing I suppose, just came down for- are you guys smoking?" Sero shrugs, "Yeah, but it ain't tobacco, here try." He sits up, and Midoriya peers at the bud, before bringing it to his lips. Inhaling, Midoriya's lungs reject the foul air, sending it back up with a sickening cough.
"Woah okay," Kaminari decides, plucking the cigar from his friends grip. "Just breathe, Midoriya, sorry bout that." Sero apologizes, extinguishes the blunt on a nearby tray.
"No guys, don't worry, it's fine." Midoriya assured, collecting himself as he sat down on the couch next to Shinso, who offered his support with a pat on the back.
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"NO, NO PLEASE, JUST STAY BACK I NEED-" Midoriya cut himself off with a scream, a bloodcurdling scream, on that chased the high from the three stoners.
"Sero, how much was in that?" Shinso questioned, trying to get Midoriya to accept a glass of water. "It was just like, seven grams of White-fire OG! And he only had one puff!" Sero reasoned. Kaminari rolled his eyes. "White-fire is a ridiculously strong strain! And plus we were practically shotgunning him with all the smoke in the air!" The blonde hissed, putting a hand on Midoriya's shoulder in an attempt to help.
Midoriya flinched at the contact, bloodshot eyes wide with panic. "ITS 11 PM WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MORONS SCREAMING ABOUT." Hollered a voice from the elevator.
"Fuck. It's Bakugo, that's not gonna help." Sero muttered, sharing a glance with Shinso.
From the couch, Midoriya brought his hands to his hair, and pulled, hard. "We uh," Sero's eyes flickered to Midoriya, then to Kaminari and Shinso trying to comfort him.
"Woah, what's up with Midoriya?" Mina inquired, unloading herself from the elevator with Bakugo, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Uraraka and Iida. "We got him high." Sero admitted sheepishly, outraged followed.
"YOU WERE SMOKING IN THE COMMON ROOM! THAT’S VERY UNSANITARY!" Iida swatted ferociously. "JESUS FUCK REALLY?! DEKU OH MY GOD!" Bakugo cackled. "B
ut like, is he okay?" Mina asked tilting her head. "Yeah he looks...scared almost?" Uraraka added with concern, Kirishima nodded. Then, the elevator dinged. More of class 1-A unloaded themselves into the lobby. And as explanations spread around, the volume grew.
Midoriya drew in a breath, the screams around him contort into demonic squelches, his vision shook and unraveled his once achieved serenity.
The shouts became higher in frequency, and Midoriya felt One for All charge up. Through the chaos a roaring, "SHUT UP!" rang through the lobby, the source being none other than a stoned Midoriya. "EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!"
Green sparks flew around the teenager, blistering and tearing apart the couch. Shinso and Kaminari rushed to get out of range. Breaking the silence, footsteps echoed in the corridor, approaching Midoriya without hesitation.
"Hey." It was Todoroki. He spoke in a hushed tone, reaching up to his friends hair and pulling the hands away. "It's okay."
Midoriya brought his gaze to meet with Todoroki’s, before he cracked. And began sobbing. Hard. Midoriya pulled his friend into a tight hug. Tears streaked his cheeks and his hands quivered.
Narrowing his eyes, Todoroki brought his gaze to Sero. "How long until it leaves his system." He questioned, Midoriya still clinging for dear life. "Well it depends, but 3 hours? Probably?" Sero smiled nervously, no one was amused.
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Setting down a glass of water, Midoriya leans into Todoroki, his fingernails digging into the kitchen table as he stares off. "You should have some water, Midoriya." Todoroki suggests sweetly, Midoriya nods absentmindedly.
Todoroki sighs, and looks up to meet Uraraka's worrisome gaze. From the lobby, low shouting can be heard. Todoroki can make out Kirishima and Iida, Momo, and Bakugo’s voices.
"What are they yelling about?" Uraraka asks with a harsh tone. "They're scolding the stoners." Informs Todoroki, making his way to the cabinet.
At the noise, Midoriya hisses under his breath, Tsuyu's face flashes with concern, motioning for her friends in the commons room to lower their volume.
They comply, surprisingly enough. A plate clatters onto the table, much to Midoriya’s dismay. A second or two passes before the panicked teen flinches at the sound. “It’s just a sandwich, Midoriya.” Todoroki assures, quizzically peering at the scowl the green haired teenager was giving the dish.
Midoriya huffed, his bloodshot eyes meeting Todoroki’s. “Eat. Sure yeah,” He muttered, before slamming his face onto table. Todoroki opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find anything to say.
Midoriya began to ramble, face squished against the table and hands shaking. “Hey, guys how’s Mido- oh my god.” Jiro cut herself off by bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“He’s, uh, not screaming so that’s something.” Uraraka suggested, not even sure herself if that was a positive thing to say. “Yeah, I got that much,” Jiro shook her head, leaning against the wall.
“Those three just got their asses chewed out.” She remarked. “Momo and Iida put them on cleaning duty all week.” Todoroki nodded, a fair enough punishment.
“Serves them right! Ribbit!” Tsuyu proclaimed a bit louder than she meant too. Midoriya shushed her violently, mouthful of bread. Todoroki sighed. “I’ll just bring him up to his room when he’s done eating, maybe rest could help his nerves.”
Uraraka nodded, flashing Midoriya a sympathetic smile. “Sounds good, call if you need anything, Todoroki!”
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Midoriya is a lot heavier than he appears. Not to like a point where Todoroki struggles to carry him, the weight is just, unexpected. What’s also unexpected is when Midoriya hears a loud noise from above, he clings to Todoroki in fear. Yep. All good.
Relief washes over Todoroki when he reaches Midoriya's door. “Todoroki. I hate weed.” Midoriya says, chin resting on his friends shoulder.
Todoroki chuckles, “I know,” He replies. “Don’t let me even see it again.” Grumbles the stoned teen.
“Just cover your eyes then.” Todoroki smiled, receiving a groan from Midoriya. Placing Midoriya on the bed, Todoroki turns to leave, but his hand is seized.
"Wait, can you stay?" Midoryia says, his eyes are red, his face is red, but his voice is stutter-less and tired. Todoroki intertwines Midoriya's hand into his. "Of course I can."