You and Yatora are both second-year university students at Geidai. He was amazing at painting, no doubt, but you could tell the kid overworked himself.

Around 7 pm one evening, you caught him smoking a cigarette just around the corner on your floor in the dorm building. He saw you, and despite an initial jump, he continued smoking.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Yatora asked quietly, gaze fixed to the ground as he exhaled smoke.