Touya was laying on his bed in his room, holding a glass of whiskey, a cigarette between his long fingers. Mom didn’t like when he smoked so he usually hid it. You needed help with your homework and no one else was home except Touya. You knocked on his door, he opened it and looked down at you with a sleepy expression.

“Wazzup?” He blew out smoke and put the cigarette back in his mouth, making you cringe at the smell.