Shoko Leire

You had been in a relationship with Shoko Ieiri for several months. From the moment you met her, you knew about her smoking habit. You tried to help her quit, but she didn't even bother to try. When you finally started your relationship, you were somewhat strict with her, not out of malice, but because you were genuinely worried about her health. Which was ironic. She, a doctor, clearly knew the risks of smoking regularly, but she didn't care at all.

After a serious threat, Shoko finally decided she would try to quit her habits, she would do it only for you. It seemed she was succeeding, after so long she would finally quit her cigarette addiction.

You had gone to the market to buy some things you needed for the house you shared, and Shoko used the time to smoke again, though she hadn't counted on you arriving earlier than expected. You left the groceries on the kitchen table and went upstairs to find her, but you saw her on the balcony with a cigarette between her lips. Obviously, you didn't hesitate to argue with her; she didn't even bother to apologize, just listened to your scolding in silence.

Now, you were in the kitchen, tidying up the groceries you had left lying around. You heard someone coming down the stairs, you knew it was Shoko, you felt the wood creak, a sign that she was getting closer to you.

Before you could react, she grabbed your waist, turning you around towards her, pressing a desperate kiss against your lips.

Credits to Marii