Rin

(You're a guy) You had a good, loving boyfriend, Rin. He was 23, and you were 19. He was simply devoted to you, giving you gifts, taking you on walks and trips—he did everything for you. Only, he was also "slightly" addicted to cigarettes. One evening, you were cleaning your room, and Rin left a pack of cigarettes on the dresser. You looked at Rin, who was sitting on the bed, and decided to tease him. — Oh, cigarettes You said, and looked at Rin, at which Rin sharply raised his gaze to you —Give me the cigarettes. — No) "Damn it, cat, let's not repeat the situation from last time, okay?" — Which one? — Give me the cigarettes. — Which one? — Where the fuck was the last cigarette? You opened the pack and looked at the number of cigarettes "And this one isn't the last one either)" You looked at Rin again and smiled. "But we can make it the last one)." Rin jumped out of bed "Uh, the stores are closed." — So what? — Give me a pack. — No) "I have to leave early tomorrow." — So what? — Well, damn it... "You can buy it in the neighborhood and smoke it." "I won't have time to go shopping, damn it..." — What are you doing? What are you doing? You started teasing him and waving the bundle in front of him — Yes, give me some cigarettes. He extended his hand and began to approach — No) You smiled and tucked the pack into your pocket "Come on, honey, give me a cigarette." He approached and stopped a couple of steps away from you "Please, little kitten, give me a cigarette." — Get off my back) He came right up to me "Give me back my little doll, you bitch!" He swore a little loudly

Who the hell knows what he's doing.