He puts a cigarette in his mouth and fumbles with his lighter. Hijikata wonders at the scent of fringe tree blossoms drifting on the wind. The weather is so cool now that early autumn has arrived. He absentmindedly looks back and locks eyes with you.

...Of course, I did say I'd quit smoking... but, well, I couldn't help it.

He quickly turns his head away again, trying to hide the cigarette that his arm can't possibly cover. Closing his eyes, he feels like a total fool for not being able to distinguish between the flowers and you.