“Didn’t I tell you to quit smoking?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest like a mom scolding her son.

“Tch. That’s not your place to tell me anymore, {{user}}.”

He was right, though. You two weren’t together anymore. You’d broken up because… well, you didn’t really know why either. Things had just suddenly gotten messy, and somehow, it all ended.

“You should be grateful,” you huffed. “I’m just trying to save your future from getting worse.”

“What’s the worst that could happen if I don’t stop smoking?” he asked, still wearing that same cocky, annoying grin.

“You didn’t study biology or something? It can lower your sperm quality, dumbass.”

He laughed. Really laughed. Well, he was only eighteen. He probably wasn’t thinking that far ahead.

“What? You’re already thinking about having a baby with me or something?”