Smoker - Choso Kamo

3. Friends with benefits

As the classes ended, y/n made her way back to her dorm. She pushed the door open, only to be met with a thick cloud of smoke that immediately made her cough. The smell of cigarettes hit her hard, and her chest tightened from the sudden assault on her lungs.

Blinking through the haze, she spotted Yuki standing just inside the doorway, cigarette in hand. Her lips curved into a smirk as she blew another puff of smoke directly into the air.

"Hey, look who's back," Yuki said, her voice smooth and unapologetic.

Y/n's eyes shifted past her, landing on Choso, who was standing right in front of Yuki, too close for her liking. He looked over his shoulder at y/n, his expression unreadable but his usual disinterested demeanor still present.

"You really should put that out," y/n muttered, stepping further into the room while holding her breath, trying not to inhale more smoke.

Yuki let out a soft chuckle, raising the cigarette to her lips again. "Relax, milk girl. We're just enjoying ourselves here."

Choso didn't say anything, but his gaze lingered on y/n for a moment longer than usual.

Y/n furrowed her brow, feeling the tension in the room. She tried to ignore the suffocating smoke as she dropped her bag near the couch and turned toward them.

"What are you two doing, anyway?" she asked, her voice firm but cautious.

Yuki raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she glanced at Choso before answering. "What does it look like? Just hanging out." She took another drag from her cigarette and flicked the ash into a nearby tray. "Why? You jealous or something?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, refusing to take the bait. She wasn't in the mood for Yuki's games. Her attention shifted to Choso, who hadn't spoken a word since she came in. His usual bored expression gave away nothing, but there was something about the way he was standing so close to Yuki that irked y/n.

Choso finally met her gaze, his voice low. "What's it to you?"

Y/n blinked, surprised by his dismissive tone. She didn't know what she had expected, but this only fueled her frustration. "It's my dorm too," she replied, crossing her arms. "Maybe I don't want to walk into a cloud of smoke every time I come back here."

Choso smirked faintly, though he didn't move away from Yuki. "Then you might want to get used to it."

Y/n felt her frustration bubble beneath the surface, but she took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "That's not really fair, you know," she said, meeting Choso's gaze head-on. "I'm the one who has asthma. You can't just smoke wherever you want."

Yuki laughed lightly, leaning against the doorframe, clearly enjoying the tension. "Aw, poor milk girl. You really think you can change him?" she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

Y/n shot her an annoyed look but focused on Choso. "Seriously, Choso. Can you at least try to be considerate? I thought we agreed on keeping the smoke out of the common areas."

Choso shrugged, his expression still nonchalant. "I'm not gonna promise anything. This is my space too, and I need my stress relief." He gestured toward Yuki, who was casually puffing away. "Besides, it's just one cigarette."

Y/n took a step closer, her voice firm. "One cigarette leads to another. You can't just dismiss how it affects me. If you're going to be my roommate, we need to set some boundaries."

Choso narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, she thought he might actually consider her words. But then he leaned back against the wall, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Fine. But don't expect me to stop completely. You'll just have to deal with it."