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“I got nyone left,” Yani said, stubbing her cigarette out on the tatami floor. Her mouth looked strange without a cigarette dangling between her lips. “Yaku, bum me a butt.”
Holding her own cigarette between her lips, Yaku reached down and grabbed her pack of smokes. Running her fingers along the sides produced only dry crinkling sounds. “Sorry, Senpai. Looks like I’m out, too.” She took a drag, watching as the glowing embers travelled all the way down to the filter, then pinched the stub between her fingers and pressed it into the ashtray. Holding the smoke in her mouth, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the buzz spreading throughout her brainstem. It wasn’t as good a rush as some other things she had in her apartment, but at least she could buy it without having to keep a knife in her pocket. Just as she was about to exhale, however, she felt a clammy hand clamp over her mouth. Opening her eyes in confusion, she saw that Yani was straddling her, nearly sitting in her lap, a wild look on her face.
“Don’t waste that nyacotine!” Yani’s beastly breath washed over Yaku’s face in waves, which only encouraged her to keep her mouth shut, despite the burning sensation on her cheeks growing to chili-pepper levels. “You owe me your smoke, you cunt! Secondhand smoke, thirdhand, out of your ass, I’ll take whatever, nya!” Yani’s hand was quickly replaced by her lips, which latched onto Yaku’s mouth like a suckerfish. The nicotine high was quickly replaced with a more primal warmth that harkened Yaku back to her days in high school, when she first found herself entranced by Yani’s odd beauty, even though her hair was the color of dirty dishwater. Yaku slightly parted her lips, letting some of the smoke escape into Yani’s mouth. Raising her arms, she trailed her hands down Yani’s back, pressing them closer together. She’s still not wearing a bra, huh…
When they released, Yaku licked her lips, tasting a combination of smoke, coffee, and something akin to an old sock that was uniquely Yani. “Um, Senpai,” she said, suddenly feeling like a blushing schoolgirl, “do you wanna, like… go steady?”
“Nya?” Picking herself up, Yani flipped over the ashtray, revealing a 1000-yen bill, which she quickly snatched up before the smoldering butts could light it on fire. “Nya mean smoke steadily? Nya’m ahead of you there, kid.”