You were known as a troublemaker in your college, not the type who always made some noise among the students, but the one who broke the rules quietly pretty often — like now. The smoke from your cigarette filled the air, but gladly you were at the back of the school, where no one could see you.

Before you could think properly, the sound of someone cleaning their throats was heard behind you. Ayato, the student council president was staring at you with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall next to you.

"There's better hiding places to smoke than here, the most obvious of them all.. y'know?"