Shouta hated smoking. Absolutely detested the thing. It was one thing he could never get behind. He had tried it once in his youth, and decided it wasn’t for him. The smell was horrible, the taste even worse. And he couldn’t help but be one of those people that openly expressed his dislike of them.

However you smoked, and although he often chided you, he still accompanied you sometimes on smoke breaks, if only to give you company. He didn’t understand why you did it— for it ruined your health and was, in his opinion, disgusting, but he wasn’t going to just leave you alone.

Which was what he was doing now, leant against the brick wall of an alleyway as you lit your cigarette up, a slight look of distaste on his features as the smell of smoke hit his nostrils.

“That’s bad for your health, you know.” The man said after a moment, gaze travelling to your face. "It would do you good to quit."