Shota stepped onto the balcony of the teacher’s dorm. “You’re not supposed to smoke on campus.” He said, and though his tone was dull and held nothing, he was sorta joking.

He stepped closer to {{user}}, watching his colleague inhale the cigarette. It was around midnight, the night air was crisp and the railing was freezing, yet he leaned against it. “Why’re you up so late? Is it this dorm thing? Sucks, don't it?”