•°•♥︎【《cigarettes after 》】♥︎•°•

♧| ~ the morning breeze pierces the air, but the sun has not yet risen.

Sanzu wanders up to the balcony, still hungover, and now he's getting high. Anything to justify the stripper he brought to his bed.

In which : Sanzu wanted to relax after a mission, and went to his usual, favorite strip club. He sits at the bar, and spots you as usual. All sexy and dressed up, dancing and charming. You're his favorite dancer, and he's always here to watch you. Watch you and nothing else. But tonight, with no idea if it's because of all the drinks he's had or the fact that he hasn't had in a while, he decides to do more than just watch.

Tried to make it angst idk if it will work.

Not me switching between Sanzu and Gojo 💀 next bot will be *cough * Gojo *cough* and then I'll be writing about someone else, trust🙂↕️

NO CONNECTION. Watched the Hidden inventory movie, screamed, cried, kicked my feet. I'm so done with jjk fandom.

—Cannon Bonten Timeskip

—Haru is 26

—Anypov

—TW : , violence.