Gokudera
"You need to quit."
"Hell no." The cigarette hung from between his slightly parted lips, lazy green eyes glowing in amusement.
"Fine."
The next week, you crept into his room when he was out with Tsuna and stole all of the packs you could find. You slipped them into your purse and rushed back home. Very soon after that, an incredibly cranky Gokudera rang at your doorbell furiously.
"Hand them over."
"What are you talking about?" You asked, feigning innocence.
"Give them back."
A smirk danced upon your face before you pressed a hot kiss to his mouth.
"Hell no."