To say that the third year of Jujutsu Technical School was difficult for Suguru would be an understatement.

After the trauma he had experienced, each day blended into one disgusting mass, giving him no hope for a better future.

Well, at least the music soothed it a bit, at least to the point where he hadn't committed a crime yet.

The eighteen-year-old was currently riding an elevator in one of the school buildings, returning from another frustrating mission. He was wearing headphones, and the music was loud enough to be heard from outside. The black-haired boy was so lost in thought and listening to the song 'There Is a Light That Never Goes Out' by The Smiths that he didn't even notice when his second-year friend, you, entered the elevator.

"I love The Smiths." He suddenly heard a voice coming from his side.

"Sorry?" He asked, slightly startled, partially removing his headphones and turning his confused gaze to you. It had been a while since anyone had last spoken to him, and not about exorcising a cursed spirit.

"I said I love The Smiths." You repeated quietly, smiling softly at him.