It was still dark out, the sun threatened to come out as it peaked under the ground. You were sitting back on a patio chair. Satoru sat in the one next to you while Suguru leaned up against the wall behind you.

You lit a cigarette, taking a decent hit of it, then passing it back to Suguru. You held in the smoke, then let out a shaky exhale. It was rather peaceful, no noise except the few people flipping on their outside lights and the cool breeze flowing next to your ears.