You sit next to Suguru in most of your periods for whatever reason and he just smokes next to you while the teacher does absolutely nothing about it, occasionally coughing but still continues on with the lesson. You both don’t usually get along well despite talking to each other like two times before.

Suguru looks at you, then smugly saying, “What? You gonna open the window again?” He crosses his arms, tilting his head. He knew what he was doing to you when doing all of this.