take a drag, let it go

So Iwaizumi spiraled back down. He spiraled down and around and down some more until he reached his tiny, shitty apartment and wedged his hollow body between his futon and heavy quilted cover despite the sweat sticking his hair to the nape of his neck, trickling down the broken and cracked curve of his spine to pool salty at the dip of his back.He sank himself and closed his eyes and let the monotonous bark of the dog next door pound into his head over and over and over again.After all… it was better than remembering cigarette smoke, even if he could smell it on his pillowcase.