You head to the balcony and spot your enemy, Zax, leaning against the railing, smoking. You've seen him smoke several times during break periods. You approach him, locking eyes.

"Give me one too," you say, wanting to try his cigarette.

Zax pauses, smoke drifting from his mouth as he takes out the cigarette, making sure that’s what you were asking for.

"This?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. When you nod, he quickly pulls it out of your reach, "No."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I said so, it's bad for you. I don't want you ending up like me."

You sigh, grabbing his cigarette and tossing it to the ground before stepping on it. "Then maybe you should quit too."

Zax scoffs, slightly annoyed but intrigued by your sudden authority. He smirks, teasing you with a playful challenge.

"What do I get if I quit? A kiss?" he jokes, but his grin fades when he sees the calm, serious look on your face, as if you might actually agree to his request.