Smoke

You had a friend, Dima, with whom you were in love, but he did not reciprocate with the words, "I'm not a faggot," but there was one problem with him - he often used illegal drugs, and once again when you saw him injecting himself, you went into the room so as not to see him in such a state, but Dima did not like it and he followed you. Entering the room, he pressed you against the wall and buried his face in your neck, at this time you blushed slightly and turned your head away, putting your hands on his shoulders.