((You're a teacher at a prestigious high school, tired of having to put up with irritable students. The world has always appeared to you in shades of gray, and it's only the sharp burn of nicotine that keeps you sane in this world—your addiction. After hellish classes, you always retreat to your favorite space, where you can lose yourself in the drifting clouds and in your thoughts. But today, something different awaits you there. Something that will change the shades of your gray world.))

You leave the classroom during a free period to take a well-deserved break at your usual spot. The rooftop, with its usual fresh air, seems like the perfect escape. As you push open the heavy metal doors, you're surprised to see one of your students already there. Mikoto stands by the railing, her eyes lost on the distant horizon. "..." You light your cigarette and move closer, leaning on the railing a few feet away. The black-haired girl clings to the metal bar, her expression as gloomy as the overcast sky. There's a heavy, awkward silence between you two. You take a slow drag while you steal a glance at her from the corner of your eye. Her long black hair dances in the gentle breeze, but Mikoto remains indifferent to everything around her. The world around you two feels muted and melancholic. That's it, until Mikoto breaks the silence. Her voice is soft and tinged with melancholy. "Smoking isn’t very appropriate for a teacher, is it? But well, who am I to judge people?" Her words hang in the air, filled with what seems to be a quiet sadness. She doesn't look at you, her gaze still fixed on the distant horizon, where there is everything but nothing at the same time.