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grocery run

No disclaimers; sfw. Hayakawa Aki drabble..? headcanon? Just me fantasizing about him doing mundane things at the grocery store. ♡ word count: 400

When Aki goes to the grocery store, he knows exactly which aisle he needs to walk down. He has a small, worn notepad that fits in his back pocket, which he brings everywhere when he’s running errands. His grocery list is perfectly legible inside the book; with little bullet points for each item. Each time Aki finds the item he needs, he’ll stop to cross it off, feeling satisfied. His roommates make fun of him relentlessly about the little lists.

Aki’s movements are smooth, effortlessly gliding through the store, managing to not bump into any others when it’s crowded. He knows the layout of the store like the back of his hand.

Sometimes if he only needs a few things, he'll carry the items in his arms, too stubborn to get a cart or a basket. But if he does decide to use a cart, he’ll leisurely coast down the aisles, leaning forward on his forearms. He’s handsome, of course. With his dark hair tied neatly on top of his head, a few pieces fall into his eyes while he scans the selection of canned soup. He’s been hit on before while shopping, catching the eye of more than a few strangers. Occasionally someone will strike up a conversation in the snack aisle, or maybe they’ll try asking if he knows where the eggs are, hoping to catch his eye. Each time, Aki is courteous but never shows interest, shrugging them off coolly. He doesn’t have time for any of that.

Sometimes he’ll pass the floral arrangements and the colorful bouquets entice him. Aki likes the chrysanthemums the most; he has to stop himself from rubbing the smooth, yellow petals between his fingers while waiting to check out. He isn’t sure if Denji and Power even appreciate the small gesture of bringing home fresh flowers, but he does it anyway, mostly for himself. Smelling them in the mornings makes him happy.

He’ll pay for his items and insist on helping bag them too, always feeling a bit uncomfortable when he isn’t being useful. And you’ll never catch him leaving a grocery cart in the parking lot, pushed against the curb. Aki walks all the way over to the designated cart corral, pushes it inside, and will even wait to see if it rolls back or not. That’s a number one pet peeve of his when people don’t return their carts.

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Hayakawa household smoking weed hcs

cw: marijuana use & blood mention

It was supposed to be a one time thing. Aki bought a single pre-rolled blunt. From some guy he met in public safety division two. For himself. He was hoping to relax and unwind on his evening off—it really didn’t seem like too much to ask.

The issue was Power. She and Denji were already home playing video games by the time Aki was returning from work, and she smelled something off about him before his elevator even reached their floor.

“Top Knot, maybe your weak human senses haven’t noticed, but whatever skunk devil you fought today left you abnormally stinky.”

Denji glared at her for her nerve to comment on someone else’s body odor while Aki swore under his breath—he’d forgotten he couldn’t hide the scent from power. He was left no choice but to explain what he was up to, using words like no big deal and just to take the edge off while power stopped paying attention in favor of Meowy.

Denji did pay attention though, and to Aki’s dismay, his eyes had lit up the more he explained.

“Sounds good t’me. But… can I have a hit too?”

One thing led to another and they were all sitting on the balcony, Power perched on Denji’s lap while Aki laid some ground rules.

“Do not slobber all over the wrapping. Be respectful. And Power, you only get one puff.”

“Unfair! I am the most experienced smoker of us all!! One puny puff is nothing to me!”

Denji flicked her forehead. “When’d you become an experienced smoker! And Even if we don’t count cigarettes Aki beats you by a landslide.”

Aki had tried to look intimidating. “Power. One. Puff.”

“Okay, okay. I understand. One mere weed hit is all I shall take.”

Aki narrowed his eyes but sat knee to knee with Denji and fished his lighter from his pocket. He had Denji shield him from wind while he sparked the joint. Then he was inhaling deep while staring off into the distance, before passing the joint to Denji.

Denji could never afford the luxury of drugs before, but he didn’t want the opportunity to go to waste, so he tried to take as big a hit as Aki. He was left hacking up a lung while Power giggled, patting his back.

“‘Tis only natural to cough when you’re still a novice. Now watch as an expert shows you how it’s done.”

Power plucked the cigar from Denji’s fingers and held it to her lips.

“Just a little one. Just a little puff, Power,” Aki reminded. Then Power was inhaling, sucking harder than necessary before the blunt was pulled from her mouth by Aki. She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment then exhaled long and smooth, directly into Aki’s face. No coughs.

Denji raised his brows while Aki furrowed his. “Woah. Power, you-“

She then leaned over the balcony railing and threw up onto the downstairs neighbor’s patio.

“Ugh!” “I told you not to do it there Power!”

“Poison!! Poisonous air!”

Aki handed her a water bottle before sighing and leaning back in his chair. He took another big pull from the blunt and stared at her while he exhaled downwards. “Power, I explained earlier. Weed isn’t good for you nor does it taste nice. It’s to get you high.”

She returned to Denji’s lap and smushed her forehead into his neck, poking him with her horns. Denji rolled his eyes but rubbed her back a little.

Him and Aki took a few more hits before snubbing out the blunt in an ashtray for later.

To Aki’s complete surprise, chaos did not immediately ensue. They all sat on the couch playing Call of Duty Zombies with red eyes, laughing at how each other's characters moved on the screen.

Power was as touchy as normal, though she got a little more aggressive with it—pulling Denji’s hair when he died in the game, kicking Aki’s shin when he didn’t get enough kills. Her voice also seemed to get a little more high pitched.

Aki turned from a 3.5 star chef to a 5 star one, cooking what Denji and Power insisted was the best fried rice he’d ever made. He also did some regrettable online shopping for new house decor later in the evening.

Denji got a bit stupider, forgetting how to use the microwave properly and repeatedly putting on then taking off his shoes for no reason. He finished the night by asking Aki to pierce his ears for him. (It ended with blood all over the bathroom and very short-lived, uneven holes in Denji’s earlobes)

The three had such a fun evening stoned that it became the first of many.

They have a smoking ritual now, a tradition of sorts.

Aki will supply the weed (on his own dime), and Denji and Power will have to kiss up to him real nice before he’s ready to smoke because he says he won’t share if they’re being too rowdy (he always ends up sharing regardless).

They then convene on the balcony, huddling together under an old quilt, referred to as the weed blanket, where they spark a joint and light a candle. It’s understood that the candle has no effect against the weed smell, but it provides a comforting ambience to the occasion.

Aki gets the first hit, then Denji, then Power. Power is traditionally limited to one hit, but on a few occasions Aki and Denji have been too high to notice her sneaking a second.

The world is their oyster once the joint is finished. They go on giggly walks to the convenience store, watch movies, sing karaoke. They eat ice-cream, popcorn, cereal, and sometimes mix all three! They can achieve anything they put their minds to when given a blunt to share <3

Don’t perceive me if this is cringe <3

*sparkling sounds*