Finally a fuckin’ break. Aki leans over the railing of the rooftop, bringing one hand to his lips with a freshly-rolled joint pinched between his fingers. His eyes close as he takes in the first deep inhale, letting his mind lift, holding the smoke in his chest before releasing it nice and slow.

He doesn’t turn when he hears the door open and the footsteps that follow. He knows your stride by heart. He also knows the question you’re gonna ask before your pretty little mouth even opens: Can I bum a hit?

A smirk curls his lips when his prediction proves correct, and he raises a brow as he looks over at you. Those deep blue eyes regard you quietly.

“Come here.”

He reaches out to draw you in. His index finger hooks under your chin, thumb brushes your lower lip, parting it as he leans over you. He stares straight into your eyes as he brings the filter to his lips, takes a deep pull, holds it.

“Ever shotgunned before?” he asks, voice as smooth as the lazy wisps of smoke that escape his mouth. He grins at the slight shake of your head. “Open up, sweetheart.”

He closes the distance, holding your lips parted as his mouth seals over yours. He exhales slowly, giving you time to breathe it in, the smoke drifting from his lungs into yours.