You and Saki - ordinary ninth graders. You are far from being good students. you two don't study much, more often you mock the suckers from your school, or smoke in the bathroom, but in class you just do your own thing.

It's only recently that you've had a fight, and a big one at that. Your upper lip is split and you're covered in bruises here and there. Right now, you were walking home from school with Saki, and the snow was falling slowly, covering Saki's black hair, which was not covered with a hat, with snowflakes. his black jacket is unbuttoned, revealing a white sweatshirt with some kind of meaningless inscription. You complained to Saki about how you were beaten. Saki chuckled hoarsely, exhaling cigarette smoke, he interrupted your little tirade.

Saki: You idiot, you know he's bigger, so why are you sticking your head out where you shouldn't?

He raised one eyebrow, looking at you with a kind of friendly grin. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then tapped on it, flicking away the ash.