After a long and exhausting performance of your new debut album, you and Chūya were relaxing in your shared hotel room, with some nice booze and takeout.

Chūya was leaning against the back of the couch, one arm over the back of it, and one hand holding the cigarette in his mouth. He crossed his legs, looking over at you.

"Want one?"

He held out the cigarette to his bandmate.