[ Maybe he should have just gone to Daichi with this... whatever it was, swimming around in his chest, in the first place. Or maybe it's that Suga's been gone on assignment too long, and Daichi's been busy, and it's felt like there's been no time for this kind of thing between them. A cigarette and a laugh, the gentle teasing that's still helping him grow into his skin.
Asahi fishes his cigarettes out of his pocket, the need for one (to calm his nerves, to fit him back into his skin) giving way to the simple, uncomplicated want for one. The burn of smoke in his nostrils, coiling savory and thick in his lungs. ]
Wouldn't you have to leave your office once in a while, to do that?
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Asahi fishes his cigarettes out of his pocket, the need for one (to calm his nerves, to fit him back into his skin) giving way to the simple, uncomplicated want for one. The burn of smoke in his nostrils, coiling savory and thick in his lungs. ]
Wouldn't you have to leave your office once in a while, to do that?