Smoking all my fears away (platonic tsukihina)

Hinata, thats not healthy

(Hinata's pov)
I left the club room late, my dumbass decided to organize all the shelves at the last minute. Once I left, I did a quick 180 to make sure no one was watching, then went up to the roof. Instead of going home to my emotionally and physically abusive mother and her asshole husband, who I refused to call my father. Once I got to the roof, I did another quick check, just to make sure I wouldn't get caught. After I confirmed that I was alone, I pushed a broom in the door handles, went to the bench in the corner, and pulled out a smoke. Look, I know it's not healthy, but I can't help it. It's the only thing keeping me sane in my current situation. I rustled around in my bag for about 45 seconds with my unlit cigarette in my mouth, looking for my lighter, or at least some spare matches. Finally I grabbed a small piece of plastic, hoping that it would turn out to be my lighter. I pulled it out and realized it was a keychain kageyama had bought me on our last overnight training camp. I looked down at it, it was a crow with the Japanese flag in its mouth, I guess it had fallen off of my wallet earlier. I hung it on my backpack and tried digging for my lighter again, and finally, I wrapped my hands around the cold plastic and pulled it out.

Right as I lit the cigarette and inhaled, I heard banging on the door. I went to go investigate, forgetting about the burning cigarette in my mouth. "Who is it??" I said in my normal cheery voice with a slight lisp because of the cigarette. "It's tsukishima. Now open the door shortstack." "Fine. I said, opening the door slightly, completely oblivious as to why tsukishima pushed through me and tried to grab my cigarette from my mouth. "Ts-tsukishima!" I said confused, dipping back to my bench, cig in hand.

(Tsukki's pov)

All I do is walk up to the roof to think, and there's hinata.. with a cigarette?? What the hell?? "Give me the cig! It's bad for you!" I scream, chasing him until he sits back down on the bench, coughing because of the smoke and his rapid breathing. He calms down and tells me to.. sit down?? Huh?? Whatever. I walk over to him and sit. Hes so fucking short i cant believe it- not the point right now kei. "
Why.. why are you smoking.?" I stutter out, staring at him, half of me wanted to strangle him and the other half just wanted to hug him. "I.." he said quietly, puffing out a cloud of smoke away from me. At least he's being courteous?? I look down at my shoes and the back at him. "How many do you have on you?" I say.

(Hinata's pov)
Did he just ask how many cigs I had? "Well right now I have a fresh pack in my bag, why? What are you gonna do, rat me out to my parents?" "No.. just.. give me one." HUH?? he. He really just asked for a cigarette. Of course I said sure and handed him one. "Why do you want a cigarette?? Weren't you trying to rip it out of my hands earlier?" I said, handing him a cig and my spare lighter which had fell out of my bag in the ruckus. "Keep them. But seriously, why'd you change up so quick." I said in a monotone voice, losing my normal sweet and happy persona.

Tsukki's pov
"I... I want to see why you like them so much." I said as I stumbled with the lighter. "Here. I heard hinata say as he turned to me and put his hand around my mouth and the lighter flickered to life, lighting the cigarette. "There. Using your hand blocks out wind." "Thanks.." I said while inhaling smoke. I blew it out flawlessly, which for some strange reason, hinata looked almost proud of. I looked down and realized that hinata was throwing this cigarette butt off the buliding and it landed beside a nearby ashtray, 4 stories below. "how did you do that??" i said, taking the cig out of my mouth to speak. "Aww" he said with a frown. "I usually get it in the ashtray, now I'll just look like douche that threw it on the ground.." "that doesn't answer my question shorty, how the hell did you get it so close?" "Practice!" "Hinata.. how long have you been smoking?" "..." ever since my mom married this asshole when I was in my last year of junior high. I found an almost empty pack and a match, and decided to smoke it to see if it would stop the stress, even if it was just for 30 minutes, and it did, and I haven't stopped since. If my parents found out they'd kill me, but I don't care. My mom already does that every time I come home more than 5 minutes late, which nowadays, is everyday." "Hinata.. I.." "no, shut it. I don't want your fake pity." "Let me finish. Hinata I..  I have parents that treat me the same way. My dads abusive, my mom hates my guts just for existing, and i dont have anyone to talk to besides yams.. And now i guess you count too." "Wow.." hinata said, opening the pack to grab another cigarette. I place my hand on top of his. "shoyo." "hm?" He said, not having the slightest reaction to me using his first name. "One cigarette a day. We meet up here after school, we smoke, we vent, we go on with our miserable lives like normal." "Fine.." Hinata said, getting up and putting his cigarette and lighter back in his bag. "Bye, shorty." I said walking down the stairs while Hinata was still getting up from the bench.

Hinata's pov:
"Bye.." I said under my breath.