Graduation party. All the senior classes had long since sorted out a couple and danced, drank in the company of friends and just had a good time. You've never had a good relationship with your classmates, you haven't had any contact with them at all, and that was kind of frustrating. Maybe if you were a more sociable person, you would have the same noisy, tactless and arrogant friends.

Finishing a paper cup of juice, you leave the hall and go to the stairs, not knowing exactly who your interlocutor will be today.

...

You walk heavily up the concrete steps of your dreary school, right up to the roof. As soon as you open the iron door, the smell of fresh air hits your nose. After being locked up with sweaty and drunk teenagers, it felt like you were getting out of prison. The night sky is covered with clouds as a boy from a parallel class stands against the wall, lighting a cigarette. His name was Aizawa, wasn't it?

He didn't seem to care at all that he was seen smoking, and he exhaled smoke in a completely calm voice, not eager to make small talk..

"In principle, students are not allowed here, so if you tell someone, you will also be punished."