tedious

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

two teenagers.
chapter five -

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"YOU SURE do smoke many," You had your legs crossed while sitting on the same couch beside the man whom you invited in you spacious home. Your eyes darted on Hanma's lips with smoke puffing out.

Hanma looks over at you, "I don't really care."

Concerned for his well being- you probably need to remind the man infront of you plenty of times incase something bad happens to his body. Hiding out his box of cigarettes? Or maybe taking them out in the trash bin?

But for the meantime, you'll let him do whatever he wants. The two of you had only met yesterday.

You exhaled, turning your head away from his- eyes were set upon both of your figures that was being reflected by the television. "Okay, You do you. I guess."

It turned quiet for some time except for the noise Hanma would make whenever he is inhaling the chemicals that are mixed in the cigarettes. Both of you were facing infront with an uninterested, you were finding something fun to do while silence takes over.

But it wasn't dull- that's what Hanma has in mind.

Being right beside you was enough for him to make his world fascinating. It may not be like Kisaki's- but everything seems to be familiar for him. It's like an entity he had been through.

A nudge that Hanma had felt from his sides. He turns his head to meet eyes with yours- a wide spread grin that he always sees from the person beside him. Hanma raises a brow, eager to hear your words full of surprises.

You leaned closer, "Wanna play with a smoke bomb I have?"

The night's light was so bright. Two teenagers were having fun during their time spending- not thinking about no one else but the moment they were having right now.

A once empty piece that has been brought back to its whole, there is nothing to fear about.

Bringing back the innocence of a child's youth is something you had been longing for. You don't have anything to worry in this moment- it is clear that you and Hanma were smiling and laughing in a free lane.

It was nostalgic for you to experience these kinds of events again.

"Don't cover me all up with the smoke bomb, you bitch!" Furrowing your eyebrows together, stumbling around the area, whilst waving your hands all over just so your foggy vision becomes clear.

"This is funny," Hanma was entertained with teasing you- his hand with the smoke bomb up above your head. Letting the smoke go down into your way with a pleasing smirk on his face. His height has a big advantage to pick on you.

Your reactions were amusing to him whereas you were being annoyed at his gestures.

Halting on your tracks with a straight face you had given the man infront of you, "I can literally hit you in the stomach right now."

Hanma lets out a low chuckle. A chilling breeze passes by them both. Smoke slowly starts to dissolve into think air while he lowers down his arms to the side. He would want to know how hard you could hit his well built body, "Try it."