Kiss of cigarettes

Kurasan and Knify are from the same school. Literally strangers. They don't know much about each other and never ask about it. But they spend time together at the same time. One thing they have in common is smoking behind the school. Yes, it's not uncommon to find high schoolers there, festering their lungs, but these two found a place that no one knew about. To be more precise, the first to discover it was Kurasan. The first meeting though was remembered for a bit of conflict, but after a while they decided they were feuding for nothing and would simply seclude themselves from the other, nastier, smokers.

The big change is their time.

One cigarette is their limit.

- Hi, - Kurasan said easily on one such day. - Hello, as always? - Knify replied, waving an open pack. A smirk familiar to the newcomer was visible on his face. - Yeah, the usual. Kurasan held out his hand to the coveted box of cheap but unmistakable cigarettes. The thin stick crawled to its new owner right to his lips. A familiar knife sat squatting, watching the traffic that skipped in his eyes and disappeared into nothing. Black, gray, and white cars were often seen than the colorful ones he didn't like himself. The observations were not impressive. The flickering of a lighter was heard from the side of the interlocutor. It was a sound so common to their daily routine that it sometimes sticks in his mind, even hearing it before bedtime. Knify, however, immediately proceeded to vaporize his cigarette, taking a plastic lighter from his pocket. At first the unpleasant-tasting smoke entered his lungs, and then it came out of his thin lips, forming a small trickle. - You know, - Kurasan started the conversation. - Today we found out who threw that party. - Who did? - The very same guys from the popular smoking spot. - So it's their business what they did to my classmate? - Yeah, - he paused. - but there's no telling what's going to happen to them in the end. They both know what happened: Four guys, name withheld, had a "hangout", only accepting people from school. The end result, as it turned out, was a sea of alcohol. All present were underage. A girl from Knify's class was mutilated in the drunken rage. - Bastards, - he clenched the filter with his teeth, his face expressing his displeasure. - I'm of the same opinion. If I find out anything, I'll tell you next time. Knify remained silent, staring at the green grass beneath his boots. After a while, he decided to answer: - We're one-natsatty graders, and we act normal than they do. I'm still fucked up about it. - Don't say you're the only one who's freaking out, the whole school feels the same way you do, - Kurasan replied sharply, squinting his eyes. They fell silent. The red-haired boy slid down the wall and sat down on the grass, not bothering with his pants. He chewed slowly on his cigarette, which strangely enough wasn't burning, nor did he feel the acrid smoke in his system. The guy just saw it and was a little taken aback. - I was setting it on fire! With quick movements, started digging in his pockets, finding after a second a lighter. Through my diligence, I couldn't get the stick to burn even a little bit. It was out of fuel. - Fuck, - Kurasan snarled, throwing the empty plastic on the ground. At his companion's action, Knify came to his attention, expressing a mute question. - I thought I had enough for another week. Yeah, sure, that's the bottom line! The guy folded his arms across his chest, clutching his sweater in anger. - You could have at least asked me for help, - Knify gave him some pity. - I don't want to use your things. If I do that often, you'll think I'm a kleptomaniac. - So I won't give you my lighter, - said the knife. - W-what? You offered to help me, - squinted a little, turning back to acquaintance. He stopped talking. It was clear from his eyes that he was thinking about something. - I'll offer another way out. But I don't think you'll like it. Literally. - I wouldn't like what? Silence again, but with a note of uncertainty. Gray moved closer to Kurasan, holding on with his hand on the grass. The other didn't understand what his acquaintance wanted him to do. His face being grabbed by another hand, forcibly turned toward the boy. Croissant noticed something in his eyes: Glimmers of uncertainty told him straight up that something awkward was going to happen. Even he himself didn't feel like doing it, only forcing himself. He pulled himself closer to the redhead. Their cigarettes collided in a piquant squint, welding slightly to the side. A moment and already the cigarette was smoking. Knify pulled back, watching predatorily for the redhead's reaction. There was a reaction, but it wasn't so rejecting: A slight flush on his cheeks and smoke escaping from his lips. Still, this guy had helped him. Knify looked at his wristwatch and said to him: - Six minutes left. Finish it quickly or leave it. - I will, - Kurasan said a little softly, holding the cigarette with his fingers.

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A month passed, only the memories of it remained. Kurasan thought a lot: Maybe he preferred guys to girls. Honestly, he thought about it a lot. So much he's gotten into Knify that he can't smoke without him anymore. It's like drinking tea with nothing for Kurasan, it's bitter. With him, the acrid smoke tasted better, which gave him the charm of a sweet candy. Even he himself was somehow attracted to him and grabbed his soul. Posturing from the tiny ponytail always looks ridiculous. The scratches on his arms showed off his clumsiness. The tall stature intimidated the redhead. The character is not clear. But... Did it fit together? Maybe there was something he hadn't realized about himself, his type, that he liked so much? He doesn't know the answer, but he keeps looking for it. Kurasan started to purposely not carry a lighter to repeat this.... Cigarette kiss. Knify, on the other hand, realized long ago, smiling at that fact. And he liked it.