Fumbling with his lighter to get it to turn on, Five became increasingly annoyed as he balanced his cigarette between his lips. He narrowed his eyes, completely focusing onto the lighter as he continued trying to get it to work. How terrible with his hands was he?

Listen, Five usually doesn’t smoke. Most of the time. He swears please believe him. It wasn’t very often he got stressed enough to willingly sacrifice his lungs to relieve some of it. Even he knew it was stupid. Dammit it just felt so nice to just take a smoke outside… maybe with somebody next to him, maybe that somebody was you.

Fuck you’ve been with Five for way too long, platonically of course. You’ve stuck by his side like some parasitic bug that he can’t get rid of, but for some reason he doesn’t want to either. It’s strange, he just felt so warm around you, and all his bad thoughts cleared out with you, and he just… wanted you around so much more than he would ever admit.

Five never really wanted to admit he smoked a little bit, but seeing as you just randomly found him here he just kinda asked if you wanted to smoke with him, his heart doing that weird thing again as he looked at you.

And you said yes!

He never really took you as one to actually smoke, but whatever, you were here next to him and he felt so nice… He was still struggling with the lighter though. “Ughh…” He groaned in annoyance, his face scrunching up in frustration as he just continued trying to flick it on.