You felt the bed shifting

He was up again, wasn't he?

As you turned around to face the window in the room, you saw Naomasa leaning against the railing, blowing smoke out from his lips, flicking the cigarette out the window and onto the street

You had asked him several times to stop, it wasn't healthy, he could get severely sick, an illness, but he always retorted with an 'I'm fine' and similar stuff. He really didn't have any self-care

You watched as he walked away from the window and to the bathroom, your eyes -- unbeknownst to him -- following his every step

The water running, the sound of him spitting. Was he really trying to hide it?

He eventually walked back out, carefully laying by your side, only to realize you were awake "It's late dear" He softly mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips "Why are you awake?" He added

You could faintly taste and smell the nicotine in his breath, mingled with the mint of the toothpaste from earlier