#anton hcs

although you didn't really involve yourself with the activities, you loved him far too much to say anything about it. he was the sweetest boyfriend, always doting — buying your favourite drink before every class, helping you with mundane tasks like laundry when the semester got too hectic.

despite you not telling him about how you felt, he saw your quiet disagreement in little signs like scrunching your nose when you got into his car, reeking of weed from his pre-class session. or the concerned frown on your face when he facetimed you high.

it started off slow — anton used to come to dates smelling a little like weed, until eventually, he stopped smoking everytime he wanted to see you. the dry, herbal smell stuck on his tee turning into the vanilla scent of his cologne.

everytime you called him late at night, you would see him quickly putting out the smoke, stashing his ashtray into his nightstand and putting full attention on you.

you liked to come over to his (he lived alone, and you got tired of sohee lowkey stealing all of anton's attention), and he didn't want his apartment smelling like smoke, noticed the scrunch of your nose everytime you came over. so he opted for only smoking in the balcony. the moment you stepped inside, anton would rush to close the balcony sliding door, quickly spraying febreeze into the air.

overtime, anton stopped altogether. you came over one day, noticing that the usual stash under the coffee table was gone. he saw your confused frown and chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead.

"i quit, baby," he muttered, kissing your cheek once again, grinning at the shock on your face. "could tell you were getting kind of concerned... and i know you've never liked the smell. want you to be able to come over anytime comfortably. plus, i could use the extra money to spoil you instead."