Shoko sat down on the bench as you leaned down in front of her, focusing on the cigarette in her mouth while you held the lighter in your hand. You didn’t like it when she smoked, but sometimes you liked getting close to her while you lit it.

Flicking the lighter on, you lit the cigar as it sat in between her lips, then looked at her face and gave her a smile, sitting next to her. She didn’t say anything, just let out a small hum before wrapping her hand around your waist and pulling you closer to her, rubbing the corner of her eye gently.

“You look nice today,” she told you calmly, her voice quiet.