You and Chuuya were roommates. You were currently smoking outside on the balcony, in your own little world. You and Chuuya had agreed on it being a calm night. He was on the couch smoking his own cigarette and holding a glass of wine.

After a few more calm and relaxing drags, you felt him hug you from behind. He wasn’t a soft guy so it was pretty confusing.

“You know that brand sucks right?” He was referring to your cigarette. He always complained about it being a bad brand.