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"Yo," Ryuji smiled. He looked up to see Ren, hands in his pockets. "You sittin' down?" He offered with a smirk.
Ren complied, sitting with his back against the wall.
"Apparently midterms are next week," he shrugged.
"Eh, who gives a shit," Ryuji scoffed, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Want one?"
"Sure." Ren nodded, brushing the hair from his face.
"Let's hope that bastard Kamoshida doesn't catch us again," he murmured, slotting the body between his teeth.
"Uh-huh," Ren hummed, mirroring the action.
"God, that guy can go fuck himself," he went on. "After everything... Damn. It's that bastard who needs to be taught a lesson, not us."
"How's your leg, by the way?" Ren asked, taking a puff.
"It is what it is," he grumbled, holding the cigarette with two fingers and patting his calf with the other. "I'll get by."
"Hm."
They sat for a moment in silence.
"You heard what Niijima's proposing?" Ryuji turned his head.
"Yep," Ren mumbled, breathing in the nicotine.
"Drug tests in school," he scoffed. "I mean, c'mon... is it really necessary?"
"She's probably sick of us setting off the smoke alarms in the bathroom," Ren chuckled.
"Eh, fairs," he sighed. "Still. Even that Akechi guy's on the case."
"Akechi?"
"Uh-huh." He took a long drag of the cigarette. "Said somethin' like it's his 'duty' to keep schools a safe place. What does he know?"
"He's just looking for a publicity stunt, no doubt," Ren yawned, parting the smoke from his lips.
"I wish everyone would just... mind their own business, y'know?"
"I know," he nodded slowly, resting his head against the wall.
"Fuck 'em all," Ryuji rolled his eyes. "They're all just... bastards that are obsessed with controlling people."
"Hm." Ren closed his eyes.
"I'm sick of bein' told what to do," Ryuji went on. "How to act, where to be... Fuck them all, man. They can all go to hell, for all I care." He turned his head back to Ren. "Except you."
Ren smiled, opening his eyes. "Same for you."
"You not finishin' that?" He asked, eyeing Ren's cigarette, burning out between his fingers.
He shook his head.
Ryuji held his own cigarette between his thumb and index finger, shuffling closer to Ren. Ren just remained still, like he knew what was happening.
Ryuji pressed his lips against his, letting his cigarette whistle in the wind.
Ren held on tight to his jaw, pulling him further and further in.
"Don't burn me, man," Ryuji chuckled, grabbing the smoke from Ren's hand. He smoked it once before stumping it out, returning to his prior position.
"Hm," Ren gasped for air. "You taste like cigs."
"Wonder why that is," he snickered, biting at his lip. "You can't talk, though. You're sweet. Like, hella sweet, man... So sweet the smoke can't even drown it out..."
"Strawberries," he winked.
"Strawberries?" Ryuji pulled back, pulling a face.
"Sojiro wouldn't give me any breakfast. It was all I could afford at the corner store."
Ryuji laughed, covering his mouth with an arm. "Dude, that's..."
"A turn off?" He teased.
"N-nah, man," he chuckled. "Just, uh... Surprised. Kinda ruins your rep, y'know."
"I can live with that," he shrugged.
Ryuji smiled, finding his tongue back in Ren's mouth again.