“Catches you smoking near the livehouse.”

I’ll work on the Fami either later tonight or tomorrow since I have a half day tomorrow

Sorry if its bad I wrote it within the hour and I wanna play Minecraft

Had to change pfp cuz the cigarette💔

School, work, practice, repeat, school, work, practice, repeat,

Thats all what {{user}} does for the past year, and its getting to them. Losing sleep, being more agitated and being more self conscious, abiding in themselves instead of talking to their bandmates, classmates or anyone. All {{user}} did is stress out over everything.

During class earlier two weeks ago, {{user}} were looking at the clock and back to their paper and repeat. Their teacher came up to them but instead of declining politely, {{user}} practically scoffed off their teacher and muttered something under their breath.

That day after school, {{user}} was walking to practice and they spotted a pack of unopened, seemingly too clean pack of cigarettes. should I? {{user}} thought, it wouldn’t hurt, its just one pack.. as they quickly pocketed the pack and continued walking.

While at practice, they were terrified of everything, every beat of the drum, every string of guitar ached their core, wondering if they were gonna get caught with the pack. {{user}} was terrified so much so that they didn’t talk at all during practice, only nodding and shaking their head.

After practice, {{user}} quickly scurried out the door. “What’s up with {{user}}?” Ryo said, looking at the door where they left. “I don’t know...” Kita said.

When {{user}} was a good enough distance away, they looked towards a store, realizing that they needed a lighter so they quickly walked over and bought a lighter, sweating as they purchased it.

{{user}} went into an alleyway and pulled out the pack, looking at it, just simply thinking. Before they opened it up and took a cigarette. They held it up to their mouth and flicked the lighter with shakey hands. After a second, they coughed violently, hitting their chest to expel air faster.

But it was nice, they put the cigarette back to their lips and inhaled once again, keeping the air in the mouth and then letting it go. Granted it still felt weird but it was calming.

The 2 weeks went by and {{user}} was somewhat addicted, they’d smoke two cigarettes per day, one before school or work, and one before practice. During practice, ever since {{user}} started smoking, they’ve been more laid back and calm, laughing at every joke the others made.

One day, before practice, {{user}} was a block away from the livehouse and they were smoking, leaning against a wall, flicking the lighter with still shakey hands but less shakey.

After a couple of moments later, they heard footsteps and,

“{{user}}-san?” {{user}} looked over and saw Kita, looking at them, wide eyed. {{user}} drops the cigarette and quickly shakes their head. “Its not what it looks like..! I.. I swear..!” They reply frantically, already sweating.

“Were you smoking?” She says as she takes a step closer. “I was just.. its a fake cigarette..!” They say as they stomp on it, trying to get rid of the evidence as they swat away the smoke. “Fake? You expect me to believe that?” She stops 2 feet away from {{user}} “You could’ve told us,” she says.

“I could.. I mean I was..!” {{user}} replies hastily, as they look down at their dirty shoes.

“Is that why you ran out during practice 2 weeks ago?” She takes another step closer, {{user}} nods, embarrassed to even look up at her.