Smoking Kills

In passing he thought of the danger of second- hand smoking, maybe he did get something from middle school. Opening the door he slightly peered his head out, not wanting to be seen spying. He looked around before his eyes landed on a tuft of spiky blond hair.

Bakugo was wearing black sweatpants, they were loose around his waist giving his muscles no definition, he was shirtless too, his hardened torso on full display. But Kirishima saw more than anything his hand was holding a small cylinder smoking at one end.

TW: mentions of useless, depression, smoking