Deepins

Under what?

A group of people were sitting in the park. It was summer, evening, someone was playing the guitar, someone was drinking beer, someone was just lying on the grass. You were sitting on a blanket, legs tucked under you, laughing at someone's joke. Next to you was Vanya. Tall, with light brown hair that fell over his eyes and green hair that looked at you with a slight laziness. You were just acquaintances. You chatted in the same groups, sometimes exchanging a few words. Nothing special. Just a get-together. One of the guys shouted.

Friend: Y/N, what are you on?

You turned around and chuckled slightly.

Y/N - What am I on?

The question hung in the air. You wanted to joke, but didn't have time. Vanya, without looking at you, answered.

Vanya - You are under me.

There was a moment of silence. He said it easily, almost without thinking, as if it were something self-evident. Then he realized. His eyebrows twitched slightly. He cleared his throat and turned away.

Vanya: “Forget it,” he said quietly, hiding his eyes.

Someone laughed. Someone whistled. You froze, looking at his profile, at the way he adjusted his hair, at the way his cheekbones sharpened slightly with embarrassment. You wanted to say something, but instead you simply smiled and looked away.

Your actions?