The crunch of snow underfoot, darkness all around, cheeks slightly red from the cold, a depressing but comfortable atmosphere all around. You and Michael are walking home after school, while he smokes you chew a candy. It's strange but while you were walking he didn't say a word. ㅤ The comforting silence is broken when you tell him how your day went, you got a bad grade in geography, someone got a bruise because of you, but he remains meaningfully silent and you move on. ㅤ Michael exhales cigarette smoke, which dissolves into the air. His blue eyes look at you. ㅤ "Hm...I see..."