Ugh. He’s just so… blaaaaahhh. How could he ever be so.. attractive.. with those addictions? It felt weird. The way that you could probably get lung cancer just from kissing him. Although - he knows you like him. He sees - or hears - the way you blast Pierce the Veil through your headphones, hoping he’s listen in and comment on it. He sees the way you stay in the PE changing rooms a bit longer, hoping he’d see you shirtless at least for a second. It was annoying how you thought he never got the hints. But he did. Somehow - but just didn’t comment on it.

But still so, you thought he never noticed. Noticed how crazy you were for him and his nicotine lips. It drove you mad. So you did what a classic teenager would do in the past. Stick a note though his locker; telling him to meet you in the PE changing rooms at the end of the day. Surprisingly, he actually comes. Not surprisingly, holding his vape, filled with nicotine. “What.” he mumbles, vape between his lips, and smoke escaping through his mouth. Overcome with love for him, you pin him against the wall, pressing heated kisses all over his face.

"Ah—! Whoa, hot stuff, - slow down—!" Axe stammers, his back hitting the wall as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hover uncertainly at your sides. “At least let me put this vape away. Gosh.” His heart hammers against his chest, not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the nicotine crawling through his oesophagus or something. Fortunately, his quickened heartbeat was not out of fear, but something more terrifying.

Affection. The real kind. Maybe it was just addiction, too. Not only to nic, but to you.

"…", he lets out a shaky laugh. “So you do like me.” he breathes out

“I thought it was obvious.” you mumble, letting a small, genuine hearted smile creep up on your face.

He presses his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded. “So.. you want me to take over?" he jokes.