smoking cigarettes on the roof. | bnha

smoking cigarettes on the roof.

I stared up into the void that is the night sky, unable to tear my gaze from the entrancing stars, shining oh so brightly as if it were for my entertainment and my entertainment only. I leaned back against the half-wall that separated the fire escape from the railingless gutter, the rough brick cushioned by a few pillows and blankets I set up a couple of months back.

I took a slow, calming drag of the cigarette held by my own, calloused hands. I've been smoking for a long time now, years actually. It all began in middle school; I had been hiding from Kacchan and his friends in an alley when a strange man came up to me, offering one. In retrospect, I definitely shouldn't have accepted it, but he was nice to talk to! I only wanted a friend.

Since then, my habit has pretty much spiralled out of control. I went from one every few days to one every day, then from one every day to two every day, and eventually I was smoking an entire pack in just twenty-four hours.

I am really of proud of myself though; ever since I got into Yuuei I've really cut back. Currently I have two each day, which isn't exactly healthy, I know, but it's progress. All Might says all progress is good progress, and I stand by that!

I usually smoke after dark, when everyone goes to sleep. It's a peaceful break from the constant chaos of class 1-A, not that I don't love my classmates and our shenanigans, as Iida puts it. I curl up in my cozy little set up and inhale my worries away.

Everyone has their coping mechanisms, and this just happens to be mine. It has been for a long time. It's a bad one, but as I said I'm doing my very best to cut back. I'm hoping to be clean by the end of the year!

But for now, I'm content with the comfort of tabacco and smoke up on the rooftop.

However, an loud creeaak from the door to the roof quickly changed that. I practically screeched, my head whipping around to face whoever was intruding on my smoking break. Although, is it really intruding if the other person lived here? I suppose not. I could only hope it wasn't Aizawa-sensei. Especially since the person was now well aware of the cigarette in my hands.

"Midoriya?" A very familiar voice made my eyes widen in recognition, his face becoming more clear as he made his way over. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth as he sat opposite of me, unsure how to feel about the way he was looking at me. He watched me with curious, confused purple eyes. Eyes that I've gotten lost in before, mesmorised by the colour and intensity of them, by the gorgeous, long lashes that framed them.

"Shinsou." I replied, my tone thick with hesitance and caution. God, I sounded like I was ready to bolt at any given moment. Actually, I probably would. Hell, I'd throw myself off the roof before he told Aizawa-sensei. I'd rather take that swan dive Kacchan was suggesting than lose my spot at UA. I've worked too hard for that.

There was an awkward silence between us, before Shinsou spoke up. "So, cigarettes, huh?" He said awkwardly, trying to sound light but failing miserably. I grinned nervously in return, nodding my head as I flicked the very thing he was looking at.

"Yeah..." I responded, my voice trailing off. My gaze flickered between him and the shining stars, which now glinted at me in a manner that'd be teasing, if they were sentient. "Have you ever tried one?"

I eyed Shinsou with interest as he slowly shook his head, staring at the one in my hands. "Uh, no. I've never really considered it..."

Smiling softly at him, I shuffled closer. It was honestly a good thing that he'd never smoked, but from the way he was looking at it I could just tell that he wanted to. It was probably a bad decision, but I was too tired to realise, and so I asked. "Do you want to?"