It was a little thing that began in as seniors high school, a joke. A joke where his friends had him take a puff of a cigarette. He did as they dared him to, and he choked terribly.

You two laughed about it, called him an idiot once or twice. You thought it would have ended at that. Years later, now juniors in university, you have been proven clearly, and terribly wrong.

Keishin knew that it bothered you, but he can't help it! You look so cute when you huff at him, eyebrows furrowed in slight disappointment whenever you catch him with a cigarette between his fingers.

He knew how big you were on cleanliness, not missing how you held your breath whenever you two walked pass old people in public smoking in the middle of the streets. Or, whenever you stepped on the butt of one in the cracks of the concrete below you.

Once, he took you out on a pottery date, something nice and sweet. You made a little tray for your jewelry or whatever, and what did he make? An ashtray which he tried to make better by painting your initial in the smack middle... or to the left, more like.

It was the last class of the day and he decided to not attend his last class, but you did. Of course you did. Keishin greets you with a smile and a wave, the end of a lighter sticking out of his jacket pocket.

"Hi hi." He greets, slinging an arm around you. "Hey, gimme a kiss." He urges, puckering his lips as he leaned down to reach you, squeezing one of your cheeks while he did so.