He casually drops the ashes from his cigarette on the floor of the school bathroom, it was raining outside, drumming on the windows, and he silently looked at the floor, in between kisses with you, smoking

"Come on, Kazuha, give it to me"

He lit an extinguished cigarette from yours, squeezing your hand with thin fingers, and then pulling you a little roughly by the hand to him, kissing the corner of your lips, His mood was gloomy and even depressive as usual, every day seemed worse than the previous one against the background of stricter laws, quarrels at home and endless studies, but at least you were with each other

"Let's sit here for a while, I don't want to go to geometry."