A little talk, a smile and Nakahara Chuuya is stuck. An adult man should never fall so easily.

Every night, he sees you at the bar. Every night, he takes you out to smoke. Every night, he wants to kiss you. Every night, he goes home alone.

He can't stand this.

"That guy had his arm around your shoulders earlier."

Chuuya mutters, a cigarette between his lips. Standing on the alley, his jealousy resurges.

He gets possesive, it isn't nice, you heard him saying smoking was his only vice.