Smoker - Choso Kamo

1. milk girl

Hey! I'm once again up with another Choso story! I have so much story idea in mind I probably will publish some more stories🙈
Well I hope you'll enjoy this one!

Y/n dragged her suitcase down the hallway, weaving through the crowded campus dorms. Her breath was already short from carrying her luggage, and she knew she'd have to take it easy. First days were always hard new people, new places, but she was ready. She had to be.

Room 214. She paused at the door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle and stepping inside.

Immediately, her lungs protested. A thick cloud of smoke clung to the air, wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket. She coughed, her hand flying to her chest as her breathing grew shallow, her asthma kicking in.

Eyes watering, she squinted through the haze and spotted someone lounging on the sofa. A tall figure with black hair tied into two messy pigtails, his back turned to her. The scent of cigarettes hung heavily around him as he lazily blew out another puff of smoke.

"Excuse me," she wheezed, trying to push out the words between coughs, "what are you doing?"

The guy turned his head, his expression bored, as if her arrival barely registered on his radar. His dark purple eyes met hers briefly before he glanced away, unimpressed. "What does it look like?" he muttered, barely audible over the sound of him lighting another cigarette.

Y/n's chest tightened. "You—you can't smoke in here! I have asthma!" She fumbled for her inhaler, her breathing becoming more labored by the second.

His eyes finally focused on her. He flicked the cigarette away with a nonchalant hand, but didn't bother standing up. "You're the roommate?"

She nodded, still catching her breath.

He sighed, sitting up, finally giving her his full attention. "Name's Choso. And you?"

"Y/n." She managed to squeeze the word out between deep breaths, feeling her pulse calm as the inhaler worked its magic.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, y/n... looks like you've got a problem."

Y/n leaned against the wall, clutching her inhaler. The relief was slow but steady, and she could finally draw a breath without coughing. Her eyes locked on Choso, who didn't seem the least bit concerned. He hadn't moved from the sofa, still watching her with a bored expression.

"You can't smoke in here," she repeated, her voice a little stronger now. "There are rules."

Choso shrugged, not bothering to hide his indifference. "I've been here for two semesters. No one cares."

"Well, I care!" Y/n snapped, her frustration rising. "I can't breathe with all that smoke. You could've put me in the hospital!"

He glanced her way again, this time a bit longer, before pulling out another cigarette. "Not my problem, sweetheart."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "Not your problem? You're—"

"I'm what?" He cut her off, lighting the cigarette with a slow, deliberate motion. "I didn't ask for a roommate, and if you can't handle it, maybe you should find another room."

Y/n's hands shook, half from the lingering effects of her asthma and half from sheer anger. She had hoped for a roommate she could get along with, someone who understood boundaries. But this, this was something else.

"You're unbelievable," she muttered, crossing the room to open the window. The cool air rushed in, doing little to help the thick, lingering smoke. "I'm not moving. You'll just have to stop smoking inside."