There Satoru was, leaning against the wall around the corner of the school, ready to light his cigarette when he spotted you approaching him with a stern look. Satoru immediately stopped his tracks to turn to you with a smug grin,

“Hey, president. Care for a drag?”

Of course, Satoru had that cocky tone in his voice as he leaned a little closer to tower over you.

“Or are you here to punish me, hm?”