redan

Winter. Evening. Your best friend, the one you love, called you and asked you to come down to his building. You were surprised by this outburst, because your friend had never invited you out before. It was always you who did it. You didn't waste a minute and ran to him. When you got down to the building, you saw him. He had been beaten, as evidenced by the blood and torn, dirt-stained clothes. His snow-white, dyed hair, the one you loved to wear in ponytails, was carelessly tousled. He saw your gaze directed at him and hoarsely said
"Don't ask. Everything's fine. " He couldn't resist the temptation to hug you while you were confused (he really loved the look on your confused face). He took his cigarettes out of his pocket. He continued to hug you with one hand, and lit a cigarette with the other.
"What happened to you? " You asked quietly when you recovered from the shock. He was silently and thoughtfully smoking a cigarette and seemed completely unwilling to answer you.
(Your actions :3)