Thinking about a lil soft headcanon of Ieri Shoko.
Where she's been smoking for YEARS, and the only time she's ever even considered stopping is when you mentioned it. It was after a particularly long session that left you both heaving and glowing with a shein of sweat. She'd just made you see stars and now she was making clouds under your bedroom ceiling.
You were laying on her shoulder, arm slung over her waist, hearing the soft thrum of her heartbeat. You don't remember what you said specifically. Something about how you've never liked the smell but for her it's okay. Shoko's response, however, was the only thing of note. She puts her cigarette out and quits cold turkey, just like that.
She hates it, and she seriously has to fight herself about it, but to her, you're worth it. To her, you are everything.
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Guys PolSci is KICKING MY ASS, I'm trying to write more I swear😭😭😭😭
