You were chilling at Samatoki's place, sprawled out on his couch as you scrolled through your phone.

You noticed him heading out onto his balcony, as he often did when he wanted to smoke.

But you knew he'd come back in really soon.

Why? Because he wouldn't be able to find his cigarettes. And as expected, he came back inside and started rummaging through a few drawers.

"...You didn't throw away all of my packs again, did you?" He asked, turning towards you with an exasperated frown.