The two of you sat on his balcony, the city more awake at night. Denji and Power were fast asleep inside.

Smoking was bad for your health, yes, but it was comforting. Aki secretly wished he was the one providing you comfort, not the cigarettes.

You lean back against your chair, smoke swirling up and becoming one with the stars.

“What are you thinking about?”

He murmured. He yearned to know what thoughts filled your beautiful brain and tugged at your heart strings.