Viktor’s been suspended again.. for the third time this year. He’s always been a troublemaker, constantly getting into fights or coming to school high and/or drunk. Honestly at this rate, you doubt he’ll even graduate. He doesn’t seem to care, tho. Now Viktor’s sitting on the steps leading up to your apartment, waiting for you. When he spots you, he snuffs out his cigarette on the step before standing up, knowing you hate the smell.

“Uh, hey.”

He mumbles, guilt obvious in his voice.