One Last Cigarette.

Chapter 3.

(I'd tell you guys to comment on this but I figured you guys probably wouldn't 💀 and I'm sorry this took so long yet it still turned out like shit. Also TW: THIS DOES SHOW SEXUAL ASSAULT WHICH MEANS A PERSON TOUCHING YOU WITHOUT CONSENT. NO SEX THOUGH.)

Iruma blew the bitter-smelling smoke out of his dehydrated lips. His head was spinning, and his stomach felt like it was burning inside. He layed his head down, begging the throbbing headache to stop already. Taking deep breaths every now and then, his cigarette held between his two fingers. He had a geinunely tired look on his face, and his arms were stinging too. But honestly? Self-harm doesn't always help, and the memories always come to either bite you in the ass or make you cringe so hard you'd wanna skin yourself alive.

So that's why iruma..only had a slight tinge of regret in him for going to Ezra's party. It was fun. His friends were there, called iruma innocent-looking when they found out he was a smoker, dancing, loud music and LED lights but..

"Yoo! Hey cutie! Why you out here all alone?" Iruma awkwardly chuckled at the male demon's comment on his appearance. He wasn't interested, but he also didn't wanna be direct with it. He knew it was bad to led on a guy like that, but iruma felt bad about telling him, so he let this happen, his fault..or is it? "Come on, let's go to the party! You're not having fun?" He says, a bottle of partially-finished alcohol in the male demon's hand. "I'm having a smoke break, that's all, kaji." Iruma gave him a friendly smile as he inhaled his cigarette once more. "then I'll join you! You got a spare?" He asks, as iruma calmly took out his cigarette pack and took out a cigarette stick. Ezra gave him a brand new cigarette pack, just like he said.

"Thanks, cutie." Kaji says, as he takes the cigarette stick and puts the tip to iruma's cigarette, lighting it up as he inhaled. Iruma groaned, his headache feeling slightly worser for some reason. Iruma sat down on the balcony floor, holding his head while groaning in pain. "Woah, you okay, sweetheart?" Kaji puts a hand on iruma's back. "Come, come." He says, as he puts a hand around iruma's waist and pulls him close, having iruma, who was rather intoxicated lie himself on the stranger he had just met at the party, which goes by kaji.

He, kaji, was attractive and good-looking, but he was older. And by that, I mean the male demon was in college already. And the same person who brought all the alcohol to Ezra and the party. Iruma didn't say anything, as he took another puff off of his partially-finished cigarette. "You okay? You look really down." Iruma sniffed as he straightened up abit. "It's nothing, I've just been a little stressed.." iruma says in a quiet, yet hearable voice, he hated that he was opening up to a stranger, and what he hated more was the embarrassing memory of his friends finding out he smoked. He knew that this would eventually kill him, but honestly? He's beginning to not care.

"Iruma, boy!" Ezra opens up the balcony sliding door, clearly intoxicated with alcohol by his tipsy body language. "Drink this. Try it, please!" Ezra says in a happy tone, handing a rather..innocent? Looking drink in a styrofoam cup. Iruma was skeptical, but even with that, the headache made his head spin, and it was getting to him. Iruma took the cup and drank it without hesitation. It tasted sweet, like juice. With a not-so-nice aftertaste. Iruma smacked his lips as he looked up at Ezra confusingly. "What is this?" He tilted his head, looking up at Ezra.

"Nevermind that, is it good though?" Ezra asks, disregarding iruma's question. "Um..it's good. Actually, it just taste like juice..can I have some more?" Iruma asks, honestly, he knew that Ezra would just ignore iruma's question no matter how hard he tried. That's how it kinda was. he knew Ezra cared for him, like this one time iruma told him about how his parents were, excluding the human part, and the first thing Ezra did was throw a party for him, made sure he was having fun and made that day about iruma and nothing else. That's exactly why iruma didn't want to leave, because Ezra was sweet most of the time., but his habits, the drinking, the alcohol, the casual kissing between friends and even strangers..all those were weird, unhealthy and just new, and iruma knew how he felt but the only thing he did about it was.. keeping quiet about it. Joining in aswell, started to do things that Ezra did. Even if they made him..pretty uncomfortable in a way.