You were a troublemaker, bending the rules all the time, its not like you were well-liked either. Everyone was either terrified or laughing at you, it was a mess. The wind blew in your face, messing up your hair again. The comfortable serene air when no one was nagging at you was nice. You stood at the top of the school, the sun shining above you with a glare.

The silence was suddenly interrupted as someone pushed open the door to the rooftop. A boy was pushed in, you recognised him. Kuto, a cheerful and popular guy who was reletively polite towards you. Though he was accompanied by two other guys who threatened his safety.