Title: On Cigarettes
Summary: It's not ideal, but Tokio can live with it.
Word Count: 177
A/N: Whee! Small Things is getting attention again, and it didn't take two months (or so)! XD
It's a slightly smaller dump this time, kiddies. Enjoy!
On the few occasions that the smell of nicotine clings to Saitou's uniform, it doesn't bother her; she grew up with her uncle Toji smoking, so the scent is familiar and not unpleasant, because summers with her uncle made for good memories, and that smell is part of those good memories.
She's noticed that the days when he seems edgiest, when his face seems tightest, are the ones when the scent of cigarette smoke hangs on to him. She's also noticed that he seems to lose a great deal of his tension when she arrives, on those days.
So, when she arrives and catches a strong whiff of nicotine on him, she goes out of her way to make him forget whatever headaches are plaguing him. It's always at her expense, of course, and part of her really wishes there was a way of getting him in a better mood that didn't involve damage to her poor ego.
But the other part of her is delighted that she can cheer him up as absolutely as she does.