this is sort of like my MercLucky part 2? Anyways, this was requested by.... Someone... I don't remember I'm so sorry ;-;

Enjoy!

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Lucky's POV

Ever since Naib introduced me to smoking, I've grown quite addicted to it. Didn't expect that, did you?

But yeah. Since cigarettes were pretty rare—and not allowed—, me and Naib would always smoke behind the manor. We had this supplier-buyer relationship going on. I do his chores around the manor, he supply me with cigarettes.

But these past few days.... I've been noticing that I've been coming to him a lot of times... Even if my pack hasn't even run out yet, I still go and hang out with him....

Turns out, it wasn't the cigarettes I was coming back for.

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I gulped nervously as I stood beside Naib, who was smoking. I held my own stick, wanting to start a conversation but I don't know what we'll even talk about. Usually we just stand here and smoke, anyways. The rare occasions, we chat about anything we found interesting. And usually I'm the one who starts them.

I leaned to the wall, staring at the scenery of the cold yet relaxing garden, covered with the night's darkness. The other survivors' chatters could be heard from inside the manor, either about how their win rates are dropping, or of how the new hunter is becoming too strong to their liking.

But honestly, I have no problems with this. I barely play matches, and when I do, it's always a victory. I know it's the same for Naib, besides, he has always been great. (That's gay—)

The cigarette I was holding slowly burned out, which means I have to go since I have no reason to stay anymore. As it nears my finger, I pushed the tip of it to the stone wall, killing the burning embers. Although I loved staying by Naib's side, even with just by standing next to him, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"I'm done with mine. I'll see ya la—"

"There had been rumors going on lately, Lucky," Naib's cold, husky voice called as he taps the burn out embers of his cigarette off. I gulped nervously, hoping it wasn't what I hope it was.

The rumors of me liking men—Naib in particular— have spread because of how they found my diary with entries about the green clad man. Luckily, they still don't know our little secret of smoking. I haven't written about that yet..... And I'll probably won't now.

"Lucky... Is it true? Do you like me?" He asked, still not looking up from his tobacco blunt. I stood frozen, not knowing whether I should answer or not. As if my tongue was cut off by his sharp words and tone.

I didn't want what we have to end. Although it was merely a pathetic way of being close to him, I still cherish every word we exchanged and every cigarette we shared together. It was all too important, and hard to throw away.

But I can't lie to him. I know that. As I was about to answer, I felt a strong hand grab my wrist, pulling me back to where he was. Naib pulled me to the stairs of the porch, sitting down with him on the first step of the stone block.

I was confused, looking at him smoke his stick and blow it out of his mouth while staring at the moon. I felt his hand creep to lace with my fingers, making me blush as he squeezes my hand.

"You're cold. I don't know if you're scared of me or if it's just because of the temperature," He chuckled. I barely hear him laugh, so that small laugh of him made my heart skip a beat. "Cigarettes are supposed to warm you up. This is my last stick though," he said as he stared at the cigarette he was holding on to.

I didn't know how to answer as I stared at him. How the moonlight shines on his hood and face, his strong features getting more evident ad his piercing blue eyes could put anyone to their place. The stitches on his mouth might be considered a flaw to his beautiful face, but honestly it made him look much more unique and attractive.

Naib's eyes turned to look at me, making me flinch and look away. Then, my face was grabbed gently, and made to turn back at him as he pushed his cigarette into my mouth. His face was an inch away from mine, and he could clearly saw what he was doing to me. The hue of my face was more than just because of the cold Saturday night of now.

"Stay warm. I don't wanna lose my smoking partner," He chuckled, his strong voice going soft for a moment. It felt warm to my heart as he pulled me closer, his arm that was used to carrying his heavy gauntlets wrapped around my shoulder to keep me warm.

I stared at his gorgeous face that was staring at the scenery, the cigarette in my mouth and keeping my internal warm. But honestly, the man beside me makes my heart melt. How can someone like him, be so easy to fall in love with?

He didn't care whether I like him or not. Nor if I was gay or straight. It was weird, yet why do I feel like... I already know the answer in this difficult question of romance and attraction? It makes my head go higher than nicotine could take me, and my heart beat faster than when I am smoking. The adrenaline was not like any other, and it felt amazing.

And there I knew, love was much more addicting than any kind of drug.

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Dang I'm tired.

Also—

Ranpo with his forehead out is my religion now—