You had to get used to the sight of Itto with a cigarette in his mouth. You stood behind the school during the break. The next lesson was about to start, but Itto didn't care.

"We haven't talked since you moved to the city. How are you?"

Itto stood with his back against the cold wall of the building, a cigarette between his lips. He tried hard to be the tough bad guy. However, his facial expression was more funny than cool. Itto was too silly.