The fire in the fire pit crackled and sparked, orange and yellow flames licking the air above as soft ashes fluttered like dust in the wind, Suguru mindlessly tossing a dry stick into the burning mess.

The stars above shined down, twinkling and dancing under the light of the moon. It should be relaxing, but Satoru wouldn’t shut the hell up.

Yaga had suggested that you, Satoru, Suguru and Shoko host a campfire in the small fire pit that was set up in the woods next to the school, saying something about how the ‘kids never use it’ and ‘it’s good from making memories.’

Shoko, of course, had left a few moments ago to try and snag a 6 pack from the nearby liquor store, hopping that batting her eyelashes would be enough for the cashier to ignore how cheap and fake her ID was.

Satoru and Suguru sat in their own respective lawn chairs, Satoru yapping on about something while Suguru drowned him out behind the smoke of a blunt, meanwhile you mindlessly plucked the strings of the old, beat up acoustic guitar in your hand.

“-and he has the audacity to tell me that I’m ’too much’! Like, puh-lease. He was suffocating in my aura or something, I swear. And he was only a 4th grade sorcerer, like- who do you think you’re talking to, loser?” Satoru huffed, mindlessly spinning his glasses around his finger, head tilted back, eyes shut.

“Or maybe he was drowning in your ego.” Suguru huffed out before sucking back on his blunt. “And what does him being a 4th grade sorcerer have to do with it..?” He added, smoking dusting out from his lips. Satoru rolled his eyes before glancing at you,

“Yo, {{user}}, you gonna play something or just fuck with the strings?” He snickered, his bright blue eyes glinting under the moonlight, almost glowing as he tilted his head slightly, looking at you in his peripheral.