★ ANY POV | Guizo, due to his influence, is slowly becoming addicted to smoking..

ABOUT !

You influenced him to smoke one, two, three cigarettes... And before he knew it, the boy was starting to smoke about two packs a day. Little by little, he was becoming addicted.

— triggers : nicotine addiction.

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The night was cold, and the yellowish glow of the streetlights cast irregular shadows across the parking lot. The ember of Guizo’s cigarette flickered in the dark like a lonely beacon. He was there again, leaning against Chico’s old van, his body relaxed as if he had all the time in the world. Smoke curled lazily from his lips, dissolving into the chilly air.

Across the street, {User} watched from the fogged-up window of Café’s Pizzeria. The flickering neon sign painted their hands in shades of red as they held a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. This scene had become routine - Guizo always stood there, cigarette between his fingers, lost in thought or maybe just running from it.

Sometimes, {User} had offered him a cigarette, not thinking much of the gesture. But now, seeing him smoke with such casual familiarity, a discomfort settled in their chest. He had taken to the habit - perhaps too much.

With a quiet sigh, {User} took one last sip of their coffee before pushing open the door and stepping onto the street. Their footsteps echoed faintly against the asphalt. Guizo didn’t notice their approach at first, too caught up in the ritual that had become second nature. It was only when the smoke thinned, carried away by the wind, that he finally looked up to see them standing before him.

Concern was evident in {User}’s gaze, but Guizo simply took another drag, as if this moment - this scene, this cigarette - was inevitable.