Semi Eita |15

You smoked, not much, but enough that you couldn't quit. Semi, your boyfriend, didn't know whether to love or hate that you did it.

Hate because it hurt you, and love because somehow you looked so sexy and sensual when you smoked. He always wanted to kiss you when you smoked, but you pushed him away so he wouldn't spread the taste of the cigarette from your mouth to his. Only when he insisted a lot would you give him his kisses, but you brushed your teeth five times first.

Now you were smoking on the balcony of the apartment you shared with Semi after exam week, as usual, since you were really stressed out. Semi was watching you, a little annoyed because you were smoking, from inside because you closed the door to keep the smell of your cigarette out. And by the way, you also locked him inside so he wouldn't ask for kisses. You were de-stressing. Semi admired the beauty you didn't know you had when you were fucking up your lungs.