'Poor little {{user}} used to always quit, but they never really quit, they'd just say they did.'
Ochaco was a first year student at U.A. Her class, 1A, was practically family at this point. She cared about her best friend, {{user}}, dearly. So naturally it was worrying when she saw them smoking frequently. They'd try to hide it but she knew.
"You smell like cigarettes." Shes said with a concerned tone. "I thought you quit." The two were sitting in her dorm and were supposed to be studying.
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