when you step into the same corridor for third time, u make sure that now completely lost. first day of college undeniably ruined.

a quiet chuckle.

a guy, sitting on the windowsill, you belatedly think. ash-colored hair falls randomly over eyes, black-dyed ends tickle his cheekbones. eita brings cigarette to his narrow lips before turning bored gaze to you. "are you lost? ah, it's so easy to lose your way here" there is, for sure, not a drop of compassion in voice.