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Both Kamimura and Hasegawa were no strangers to the usage of medical marijuana. Kamimura had chronic pain issues, and marijuana often helped him deal with the daily pain. For Hasegawa, it was more a way to manage his anxiety. Both of them often took micro doses, just enough to function throughout the day.
But sometimes on a quiet evening where they know neither of them have anywhere to be tomorrow, they also may get high recreationally.
Kamimura is very quiet when high, and also rather docile. He’s affectionate and clingy, a result of the weed lowering his ambitions enough to showcase affection to Hasegawa with less shame. At the moment, they were cuddled up on the couch, watching a variety of informational videos on YouTube. Anything ranging from Kowloon’s Walled City (Hasegawa’s video pick) and the Byford Dolphin Accident (Kamimura’s pick). Hasegawa noticed that Kamimura actually got to pick a video twice as he turned on a documentary-style video about tornadoes, but opted not to say anything. He was still pretty interested in what they were watching, the high making him a bit hyper focused on anything that sounded like new, interesting info. He adjusted himself, pulling Kamimura closer like a stuffed animal. Kamimura made a small huff at the shuffled movement, but didn’t say much about it. Instead, he leaned more onto Hasegawa and looked up at him.
“Hm? What’re you looking at…?” Hasegawa gazed down at Kamimura in part affection, part confusion.
“Nothin’. Just lookin’ at you.” He said it so deadpanned, so matter-of-fact that if anyone else heard it, they wouldn’t recognize the definite affection this carried. Hasegawa smiled with such amusement and affection, his normally wide and nervous eyes scrunched up like he almost wanted to fondly laugh at how adorable his boyfriend was being.
“Okay then.” He carded his fingers through Kamimura’s long blue hair. Kamimura leaned into the touch in response. Hasegawa let out a short huff of amusement, continuing to comb his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft hair soothingly. He cozied up on the couch, adjusting Kamimura again to get the two of them in more comfortable sleeping positions. Hasegawa closed his eyes, as the documentary continued to run in the background (Kamimura sets a timer on the TV every night, so it’ll turn off eventually).
“I love you, Kazutoshi.” He yawned and kissed Kamimura on the forehead as he started to fade into a soothing sleep.
“I love you too, Ken. Fuck…I really do. I just…it’s hard for me to say it when I’m sober. I wish it wasn’t so fucking hard, because I do love you…probably too much…”
That last part came out as closer to a whisper. Kamimura looked up at Hasegawa again, noticing he was drifting off. He squirmed up closer to his face and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.
“I love you, Ken.” He repeated. He nestled back into Hasegawa’s arms and looked back at the documentary, which finished up and began to auto play some video about various marine creatures and their habitats. It sorta reminded Kamimura of the lame pick up line Hasegawa used on him when they met in college. ‘You make me feel like a seahorse…um…b-because….’ And he never finished the line because the nerves got to him. Weird thing to be focused on, but that’s the sorta high thoughts that will come to mind while…well, high. Kamimura absentmindedly had this thought in the back of his head as he felt himself also fading into sleep (and the fish documentary was kinda not engaging him). But before he fully fell into a nice deep sleep, he heard a pretty notable fun fact in the documentary. Seahorses mate for life.