Author's Note: This takes place at a point where Shogo is trying to quit smoking. Big thank you to everyone who's been reading, especially those who have reviewed! Extra chapter going up today since I didn't get a chance to update yesterday.
Shogo x Mitsuko
Prompt: I'll write your character touching my character's scars or vice versa.
Shogo was smoking again.
Mitsuko made a face as she leaned against the doorway of their living room. As a kid, the smell of cigarette smoke always made her gag. Later, thanks to many of her clients, she'd learned to get used to it. Now… it just brought back bad memories.
She cleared her throat, and Shogo looked up guiltily.
Mitsuko shook her head, and Shogo dropped his gaze. Moving almost silently, she took a seat next to him and held out her hand.
Shogo reluctantly handed over the cigarette, which Mitsuko put out immediately. She gave him a hard look.
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "I don't know why I thought I could quit."
"You can," Mitsuko protested.
"Mitsuko, stop," Shogo said tiredly.
"You stop," she snapped. Shogo looked away, so Mitsuko reached over to cup his cheek. "Look at me," she said gently.
He turned his head but refused to meet her eyes.
Mitsuko's other hand rose, and she lightly traced the scar above his eyebrow with the top of her index finger. She could feel him tremble.
"You're strong," she whispered. "I know you are. You've proven it over and over. You can do this, too."
Mitsuko stood up, a bit uncomfortable with how much she'd let her emotions show. "Promise me you won't give up," she said sternly.
Shogo finally met her eyes. "I promise."