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Kei had no vices and bad habits. Emphasis on 𝘩𝘢𝘥. Kei, apparently, smokes now.
He never planned to, nor did he ever wish to try. But he was getting anxious a lot lately; surprisingly, smoking had helped calm him down. It started from a supposedly quick draft out of curiosity, when an upperclassman offered him a stick at some rambunctious college party one Friday night. Like the ashes the smoldering cancer stick left, the anxiety that was clawing at Kei's chest was quelled as well.
The cause of that anxiety, of course, is the reason why he starts smoking frequently.
As if on cue, said cause is strutting down the path with his friends. Obnoxious laughter filled the air, so loud that Kei could hear even if he was at least a few miles away and up on a building's third floor. He sighed, pulling out a box of cigarettes he had bought just three days ago.
Out of 20, only nine sticks remained. He really should try seeing less of that annoying tuff of way too messy, dark hair.
The bearer of that annoying hair, however, turned and met his eyes.
Kei lights the cigarette as he glanced away.