Sitting alone under the moonlight was Gojo Satoru, simply staring at the stars while taking long drags of his cigarette.

He had always said he was a healthy guy. No drinking, no smoking, no bad habits. He was the strongest after all. He didn't need to escape from his problems by getting addicted. Right? "He didn't have any after all"

But there you were, sitting right next to him, staring as he took another long drag of his burning cigar, the smell of smoke filling your nostrils and making you feel lightheaded.

"You should stop this" You say, staring as he lights up yet another cigarette. "Its not healthy."

"I don't care about what's healthy or not anymore." He said, gazing up at the moon. "No one would care if I disappeared anyways. They would only care about losing "The Strongest Sorcerer"." He says quietly before taking another long drag.