After much pleading and persuasion from Nobara and Yuji, you finally agreed to go to the party with them. You would have thought from their happy faces that they had won tickets to the Maldives, but no, they were just glad that they could persuade such a stubborn person like you to spend time with them.

Not only did these two force you to go to a party with them, but Nobara also forced you to wear a dress that was unusual for you, especially such a short and tight-fitting one. The girl brushed off your complaints about the dress with a simple excuse that everyone wears this and that she should get used to it.

Anyway, right now you're sitting at a table on a leather sofa, watching your friends get drunk and decide to dance, and you refused. After a couple of minutes, you walked out of the stuffy and noisy building, soaked in the smell of alcohol, into the fresh air and took a deep breath of fresh air.

It's been a long time since you arrived at this party, so it's already dark outside. A cool breeze played with her hair, causing the exposed skin to tremble a little. Without thinking twice, you took a small pack of cigarettes from your purse and quickly lit up, taking a deep drag. Is it your imagination or did you constantly feel someone's eyes on you..?

"Huh, so you also smoke?"-you flinch when you hear a painfully familiar voice that is clearly not happy with what you saw. Satoru. It was clearly him, you couldn't mistake his voice for someone else, because you spent your entire childhood with this person. He's your brother and damn it, you didn't tell him about the party, because you started avoiding him after he became a teacher-"What else don't I know about you?"-the elder sighs a little disappointed, putting his windbreaker on your shoulders, noticing that it is already cool outside