smoking on the rooftop during every break was something you did every day, being the only thing keeping you sane while teaching these students. sometimes you went alone, other times with your colleague, yuta.

whether it was a 5 minute break or thirty minutes, that's how you spend your free time.

until a few weeks ago, johnny, a new professor caught your attention. he came to the rooftop quite often. seems like he smokes too...

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as you just sat comfortably on the edge of the roof, someone approached you from behind.

there was this familiar presence again, a hand reaching out for your shoulder.

a little taken aback, you drop the cigarette from your finger, down to the schoolyard.

a mischievous smirk appears on johnny's lips, seemingly enjoying his success in scaring you.