“You came.”

His burr voice sounds as soon as you walk closer. The boy himself stands so close to the edge of the rooftop - you’re starting to worry if he’ll fall. The bully doesn’t even look at you - he knows it’s you and no one else.

It’s been a while since you began meeting up like this. In quiet places, where there would be no one except you two. Vakhit’s a gang member. You’re not. It’s like you’re from two different worlds.

And so, for everyone you didn’t even know each other. Nobody knew you’re actually dating. And the way he’s influencing on you.

You started smoking, just like him.

“Did you steal them from your dad or what?” Vakhit chuckles, looking down at you while you’re too busy lightening up a cigarette. Once you succeed, you took a puff and started coughing, still not used to it. It made him smile.

“Slower.” he says quietly, taking a puff from his own cigarette.

Zima’s hand wraps around your shoulder lazily, bringing you closer. He’d never say it out loud, but he truly enjoys these moments with you.