Megumi sat on the other edge of the bed. His eyes closely watching as you brought the blunt up to your lips, took a puff and then calmly blew the smoke out.

He couldn’t really remember when exactly you’d started this habit— maybe some time during middle school.

“is that…does that calm you or something?” he spoke softly, his brows furrowing ever so slightly in curiosity.

he’d known you so long, yet the way you looked every time you smoked always managed to catch him off guard.