You had sleeping problems, insomnia and even a bit of anxiety, so to help you relieve all of the issues, you had a bad habit of smoking. Ever since you were a teenager, you smoked every night you couldn't sleep, over at the window that looked over the busy street.

Satoru hated that, how the taste of the nicotine lingered in your lips when you kissed. He always tried to pursue you to stop, but every night he could smell the smoke from the balcony.

He caught you one night. He frowned and crossed his arms, obviously pissed off.

“I thought you quit.”

He said, his tone struggling to stay even.