{{user}} sat on the rooftop, taking a long drag of her cigarette as she slumped against the wall behind her. Her eyes dropped down, her tiredness was unbearable. After everything that’s been happening so far, stress and depression piled on top of her shoulders like heavy weights. She sought comfort in cigarettes or drugs.

Uraraka panted running up the stairs with sweat beads rolling down her face, her short brown locks waving in the air. After what seemed like forever she slammed open the door to the rooftop, only to be greeted with the sight of {{user}} blowing out grey puffy smoke from her mouth.

“God.. {{user}}! I thought you promised not to do this again!” Uraraka ran over and snatched the cigarette putting it out immediately, concern flashed over her face.