Thread by @DekuDisaster

#happybirthdaykacchan #dkbk smoking weed. Happy 420! 🍃

Izuku's been smoking weed for years now. After breaking pretty much every bone in his body several times over, his chronic pain is no joke. Smoking helps with the pain, but it doesn't get him high.

Katsuki's never touched the stuff, never expressed any interest. Until his birthday.

Birthdays are one of the few days they make /sure/ to have off every year. And, considering the date, Katsuki's on the receiving end of a number of jokes:
'Happy birthday, Bakubro! /Blaze it!/'

Kiri sends him the same message every year.

And Katsuki responds the same way every year:
'Die.'

He's never understood the hype. It's a plant that makes you hungry and a little stupid. What's the big deal?

Izuku sits on their balcony, relaxed and slouched in an arm 👇

chair. Katsuki watches Izuku twirl a blunt between scarred fingers before lifting it to his lips. The cherry glows a bright orange as he inhales.

Katsuki slides the screen door open and steps onto the balcony, quietly closing the door behind him.

He plops into the chair beside his boyfriend.

"What's it like?"

"What's what like, Kacchan?"

He rolls his eyes and points at the blunt. "What do you think?"

"Oh." Izuku chuckles. "For me? I don't often get high when I just smoke a blunt. 👇

It's more of a pain management thing." He shrugs. "/But/, if I /do/, it's something I feel behind my face, and my eyes and limbs feel heavy. I'm aware of a lot, and it would be too much, but it's not. Does that make sense?"

Katsuki purses his lips. "Not at all," he admits. Izuku chuckles.

"It's different for everyone though."

"Can I try it?"

Izuku does a double take. "/Really/?" He sounds so excited.

"Figured today's as good a day as any."

Izuku grins. "Absolutely!"

He holds out the blunt between his first and middle finger.

"Just start with a small hit, OK?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes again. His lips wrap around the end of the blunt and inhales, mouth immediately flooded with pungent smoke. As soon as he's done inhaling, 👇

he's coughing up a lung. Katsuki thrusts the blunt back to Izuku, using his other hand to cover his mouth as coughs rack his body.

Izuku gingerly takes the blunt from between his fingers and takes a deep toke. The smoke comes out of his nose and he doesn't cough at all. Bastard.

A hand pats Katsuki's back as he coughs, only retreating after the coughing fit passes.

"Holy fuck," Katsuki says, voice rough. "How the /fuck/ do you do this?"

"I /told/ you to start with a small hit," Izuku reminds him. "I used to cough really bad too, 👇

and I still do, sometimes, but I've been doing this for /years/, Kacchan." Izuku holds out his water bottle.

Katsuki begrudgingly takes it and drinks. Setting it on the table between their chairs, he holds his hand out.

"I wanna do it again," he announces.

Izuku chuckles. "Small h—"

"Small hit, yeah, I know." He can do it. He can take a puff without sounding like he's dying. This time, when the blunt touches his tips, he inhales slowly. The smoke pools in his mouth, and he hands the blunt back to Izuku as he inhales again, 👇

bringing the smoke into his lungs. This time, when he exhales, the urge to cough is there but not half as strong. Tension flows out of his body along with the smoke and his face feels fuzzy.

He slouches further into his chair.

Izuku's laugh brings him out of his head.

"How do you feel?"

"Good." His mouth is dry and the light breeze caresses his skin, hair prickling at the sensation. He looks up at the sky with wide eyes like he's never seen it before.

Of course he has, but it's different now, and it's also /not/. "Weird, but good." Words are hard. "A good weird," he amends, still looking at the sky.

Izuku's chuckle sounds like a melody, and that's the most cliche thing he's ever thought, but it's /true/.

Katsuki finally turns to look at Izuku. His eyes are green. Really green. Greener than usual. The freckles scattered across his face are slightly more prominent, and Katsuki catches himself staring and imagining constellations in the freckles.

"—chan?"

"You have stars on your face," Katsuki says without thinking.

That's so stupid, he can't believe he said that.

Izuku's eyes widen before he throws his head back in laughter. "I do?" He takes a drag from the dwindling blunt between his fingers, flicking off the ash.

Katsuki wants to be mortified. He /should/ be mortified. But he's not, despite that being in the 'Top Ten Dumbest Things' Katsuki's said to his husband.

"You're adorable," Izuku says simply. "Do you want another hit?"

"Nah." He's sure there's a wild blush on his cheeks. That's probably enough for now. God knows, there's plenty of other sappy shit he might say if he's not careful. "Why don't you act like this when you smoke?"

"I do if I get /high/, like you are now. But with One For All, /and/ how much I smoke?" He sighs. "My tolerance is insane."

That makes sense—Izuku has to drink a /lot/ if he wants to get drunk, too.

"Ah." Katsuki slouches further down in his chair. "I want to get high with 👇

you sometime. Like, you /actually/ high, 'cause this is nice."

"Yeah?" Izuku cocks his head to the side. "I'd love that."

"Cool."

Izuku sets the roach of the blunt in the ashtray. "Ready to go inside?"

Katsuki has to think about it.

His body feels heavy, like he's being subjected to extra gravity. He leans forward, surprised with how quickly it happens. He rises to his feet, body somehow both light and heavy at the same time now. He shakes his head at his thoughts.

"Is that a yes, Kacchan?"

"Yeah, let's go inside." He slides open the door, drags his feet into the house, then falls onto the couch, sprawled over the whole thing. Izuku'll have to get the door.

He hears the door close and feels Izuku as he comes closer.

He lifts Katsuki's legs up and slides between him and the couch. "Do you want to watch something funny?"

Katsuki nods.

"I love you, Zuzu," he says. It's not like Katsuki doesn't say it, it just doesn't come out so suddenly.

"I love you too, Kacchan." Izuku reaches over to cup

Katsuki's face. "And happy birthday, baby doll."

Katsuki's vulnerable smile is response enough.

"Plus, now you can finally tell our friends that you've 'blazed it'," Izuku jokes.

Katsuki can't help but giggle.

Yeah, he wants to do this again.

- fin -

So...yeah! I'd like to take a moment to thank my lord and savior ✨marijuana✨. I think dkbk would really enjoy getting high together, so 😂 happy birthday, blasty boy!

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