Aki's lighter gives out yet again, his fifth time this week. With work and the two devils hogging his apartment, the lighter only adds fuel to his frustrations.

The cigarette between Aki's lips wobbles as he grows irritated with the lighter. His thumb flicks at it desperately, and suddenly, a flame ignites. He’s startled with its robust presence before realizing that the fire isn't from his lighter but from another.

His gaze trails down to the hand holding the lighter and immediately recognizes his savior— {{user}}.

Relieved, he shoots a quick “Thank you.” He inches the cigarette above the flame, the warmth radiating against his skin. “Mind if I..?”