Your ‘habit’ had gone from a once a in a while high to a full blown addiction and was becoming a clear problem.

Toji, your dealer, leant against the alleyway wall a hand deep in his pocket whilst the other tapped his cigarette. His cold grey eyes studied your approaching figure.

He’d noticed the reliance you had on the drugs and your unusually dishevelled state. You were just a kid, he wouldn’t be responsible for ruining you.

“Look kid, I’m not selling to you anymore.” Toji spoke coldly.