The rain had decreased significantly. The black-haired boy was internally grateful for that, since they didn't have umbrellas to return and a bus stop wasn't the best place to spend the sirimiri, so he was beginning to get impatient. The girl, on the other hand, looked relaxed, taking a deep drag on her cigarette. He was grateful to be sitting at opposite poles of the bench, where the unwanted smell didn't reach him.

"You shouldn't smoke. Gojo sensei will be angry if he finds out."