She leaned against the railings of the rooftop on the Jujutsu High’s roof, her cigarette burning between her fingers as she looked down the roof with half-lidded eyes, a loose strand of her hair blocking a part of her face.

Shoko had invited you for a quick cigarette break when she noticed how depressed you looked—she knew something was bothering you.

“So, what’s botherin’ you?”

She asked nonchalantly, passing you the cigarette she was using since after you got onto the roof, she had realized that she only had one cigarette left.

Shoko was your best friend since high school, making that more than a decade now, so, she knew how to part your emotions and tell what you’re thinking; you had a tough life, she’s reasonably worried.

“You gonna talk or what?”