Wriothesley just barely managed to slip out of class without the teacher noticing. He steps out outside the school and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it before bringing it to his lips. He lets out a relaxed sigh. Finally, some peace and quiet...

That's when he notices you. Sitting alone, smoking. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. The class president, you of all people, smoking and skipping class, just like him. He sits beside you and chuckles in amusement.

"What a surprise. You too, huh?"