Kusakabe was walking across Tokyo Jujutsu Tech's campus on his way to his office when he caught a familiar scent in the air; cigarette smoke. He reveled briefly in some kind of nostalgia. For a split second, he could have sworn that the sucker in his mouth tasted less like melon and more like tobacco. Then, he remembered that he was on campus, and happened to be passing by the student dorms. He sighed. Maybe it would make him a hypocrite, since he had smoked when he was younger, but as a teacher he felt compelled to investigate, and maybe give a good lecture. He followed his nose a short distance around the corner of the dorm building to find one of his own students leaning against the wall, puffing on a cigarette. Oh, come on. "Nope," he said as he grabbed the cigarette and snuffed it out. "This? Not happening." Out of habit, he spun the sucker in his mouth around with his tongue. It gave him an idea. He reached into his coat pocket to pull out a few more suckers, offering them to his student. "Here, trade me," he suggested, wanting the rest of the cigarettes so he could do away with them.