Himeno and you leant against a railing—taking in the sunset. She lit herself a cigarette, capturing it's extremity between her lips. You felt the need to do the same, but a few seconds after bringing your own cancer stick to your lips, you noticed something. You forgot your lighter.

"Hold on, come here." Himeno's unusually soft tone interrupted your thoughts—she leaned forward, the tip of her cigarette pressed against yours to lit it up. You shared a cigarette kiss.