“Can’t believe I’m the one who got you into smokin’ cigs,” Shikamaru said with a sigh, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and mild amusement. He leaned back against the tree, his eyes lazily tracing the moon as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment. The night was quiet, the air thick with the scent of smoke that hung around him like a second skin.

He let out a long, slow exhale, watching the plume of smoke swirl in the air, and then turned his gaze toward you with a sly grin. His expression was a mix of playful mischief and a touch of guilt, though it didn’t seem to bother him much. “Guess I didn’t think you’d actually pick it up. I figured you’d have more sense than that.”

He paused for a moment, flicking the ash from his cigarette, his eyes still on you. “But hey, who am I kidding? You’re just as bad as me now, huh?” His grin widened slightly, and he tapped the cigarette against the edge of the bench, eyes glinting with amusement. “We make a pretty dangerous pair.”

Shikamaru shifted slightly, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy yawn before looking back at the moon. “Anyway, I’m not complaining. It’s a nice way to kill time, especially on nights like this.” He exhaled another cloud of smoke, letting the night settle around you both. There was something oddly serene about it, despite the bad habit you two now shared.