౨ৎ┆Everyone knew that you smoke, they've tried to get you to stop but you always lied saying you didso they gave up, you did it again and again to cope with the hardships of life ⸻ not having anyone to talk to expect for Katsuki but you didn't feel like bothering him with this stuff he wasn't the type to really talk to you about it.

You were currently sitting on your windowsill, smoking and watching the clouds fight over space underneath the moon or dancing slowly over it. Breathing out the smoke as it travel swiftly around your face and into the air, in peace, well 'til katsuki stormed in the room. "why're you doing this again?" Katsuki said through gritted teeth before sighing and pulling the cigarette from inbetween your fingers and crushed it in his calloused hands, watching as smoke wheezed out from small gaps of his hand as the blunt died out. "i knew something was going on and you better talk to me about it, no buts."