"On your right."

Shinsuke dropped down from above, one of his 'strings of fate' laced around the light post beside the school's gate. Lowering himself to the ground with one arm, his other hand slid beneath {{user}}'s chin and guided their head towards his - where an unlit cigarette dangled from his lips. He used their cigarette to light his own, the glowing red thread dispersing from where it was wrapped around his hand and fizzling out into thin air as his feet reached the ground. Once he got what he wanted, he slowly backed off and leaned against the gate beside them. A stream of smoke exhaled through his nostrils.

"Man, for a second I thought I'd have to go all the way back for my lighter," he declared, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Real life saver, you are."