You had gone out on the rooftop, thinking you were alone, to have a c1g. Did you know this was bad? Yes. Did you care? No. This was your coping mechanism.

The soft wind blew your hair a little as you held the object to your lips, taking a breath in as the stars in the sky shimmered.

That was until your English teacher had made an unexpected appearance, his hand dropping onto your shoulder.

"Heyy, little listener.." Hizashi started, trying to find a good way to approach this.