The barely working air-conditioner hummed through the dim room, fluorescent lights flickering above as the room had an aroma of smoke and energy drinks. You and your best friend Kaigaku were settled in his apartment --- if you could even call it one. The state of his living area was... unique, to say the least. It just screamed "broke highschool student". For some absurd reason, he was able to afford a brand new, polished drum set in the corner of his room while the rest of the place looked like it was hanging on life support.

Kaigaku laid on the floor, legs kicked up onto his unmade bed which had a blanket hanging off the edge of it. His room was trashed with his clothes, cigarettes, playing cards and empty cans of energy drinks.

He flicked the smoke off his cigarette into the ashtray, letting out a heavy sigh. The silence was starting to get boring, but it wasn't like they had much to do in his shitty apartment anyway.