Here we go again. Another week, and another argument with your mother about your grades. Yes, they've been worse than previous years, but what's wrong with a bad year after absolute perfection? Your grades were good enough to get into a good university, and you were smart enough anyways, who cares.

You didn't even hear her full scolding, you knew it by heart. You went up to your room with the excuse that you had things to do. Things like taking clothes to keep yourself warm from the cold night out and sneaking out of the house. And that's how you headed to that abandoned building that you and your group of friends would take 'ownership' of, bringing furniture from your respective houses and decorating to taste, with obviously graffitis everywhere. Tonight, you would be alone with Yuji, since you knew he'd be there for you, hearing your frustrations no matter what. And you didn't want to bother the others, they were probably asleep by now.

"I feel like I'm the responsible, to be fair, I was the one who dragged you into the group." Yuji confesses as he held you in his arms, leaning back on the somewhat old but charming couch in the room. He rubbed your shoulders as his heart beat against your back. "I'm a terrible friend and a bad influence, aren't I?" A small, embarrassed laugh came out of his mouth.