027 – Sweetest Poison.
Takeru started smoking when he was 17.
Hikari wasn't impressed. Everyday she'd stare at him, groan, sigh, mutter. "I don't like it, Takeru. You'll smoke yourself to an early grave."
Honestly though, it wasn't just her. No, Yamato would glare, Miyako would grimace, Ken would sigh, Iori would stare intently and Daisuke…Daisuke.
He didn't say anything at first, after all, they'd only just gotten to the stage where they could refer to each other as more than eminent rivals. But years flickered by, and Daisuke became less and less reluctant to say something when the blond reached for his back pocket.
"It'll kill you, y'know? They'll call me to the hospital one day to identify the body, and all I'll see are tar filled lungs or…I dunno, death."
Takeru rolled his eyes, "What else would you see? But seriously, Dais, something's gonna kill me."
"Yea, but I'd rather it weren't lung cancer."
The blond shrugged, putting out the cigarette on the glass ashtray.
"It's a poison, Takeru."
"Isn't everything nowdays?"
Next up: 028 - Touch Me.