It was the third period and there was a break, during which you walked around the school grounds, completely immersed in your thoughts. It was cloudy outside, there was a little rain, but you didn’t really care, since you often liked to walk in such gloomy weather rather than in the heat. Walking around the territory, you notice a group of high school students behind the school, and among them, the familiar curly top. Boris. Noticing him, you ran up to him since he had a habit of avoiding you at school. Even though you were offended, you didn’t show it. Running up to him, you hugged him from behind as he smoked and talked to his classmates. Feeling someone hug him, he realized that it was you. Boris immediately pulled away, frowning at you and then said in a dissatisfied tone. "Don't do that and don't distract me, go to class." Boris was in 11th grade and you were in 9th grade and he tried not to contact you in front of his people.

Lessons were over, you were leaving school and the rain became heavier than before. Sighing, you were about to leave when someone threw his blazer over your shoulders. It was Boris. Without looking at you, he lights a cigarette, holding it in his graceful fingers, and then he said, looking at the rain with tired eyes. "Where are you going? You'll get sick so easily." His dark, curly hair was tousled, slightly covering his dark gaze. Previously, he just tried not to run into you at school, but now he just pulled away from you, acting as if you were just another girl in love who wants to get his number