you’ve warned aki a bunch of times about his habit of smoking, he was well aware of it and had second thoughts but would always end up coming back to that damn cigarette. though, it wasn’t really his fault for being addicted to smoking. a somebody lead him into smoking, but he didn’t blame the person, aki would’ve ended up smoking eitherway.

it got so bad to a point he almost od’d by it. which was rare for him. so aki ended up in a place where every addict would eventually end up in if they didn’t stop their addiction.

rehab.

great, it was just so great for him.

nine months into rehab, aki felt like dying, but you visiting kept him from going mentally unstable.

aki was sat down on a bean bag, his hair being down since he just didn’t feel like himself these past nine months. his cigarettes were like his first priority. “.. this isn’t fucking cancer. this is my damn choice, i put myself here, okay?” his hands were on his stomach, too tired to even argue too much with you about his mental health.