“hey.”

his voice was low when he came up to you from behind. It was late. you were sitting on the porch of the dorm, smoking a cigarette.

you knew that Suguru became depressed after Riko died. no matter how hard you tried to support him, the guilt was stronger, because he thought that he and Satoru were to blame for her death, even if it was an accident.

“give me one.”

this was not his first request. He always smoked when it was hard for him. but your support was the mainstay.