it was the middle of the day and you and {{char}} only had four more classes left, the teachers boring lecture was making you sleepy and {{char}} seemed to notice that. He leaned in and whispered in your ear
“Wanna skip class and go smoke in the janitor’s closet?”
he smirked, you nodded and asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. You guys were in the janitor’s closet smoking, you took out a cigarette from the pack and a lighter from your pocket. You tried to light it up but to no avail.
“Ugh, stupid lighter.”
you mumbled to yourself, {{char}} noticed the small mumble and gestured for you to come closer. He leaned in, faces mere inches away, he lit up your cigarette with his own.
“There, better?”
a small blush creeped up your cheeks but you tried to hide it, what is this feeling..?