Heading to the fraternity, Suguru's eyes wandered on the path. He took the last puff from the cigarette between his fingers, knuckles slightly bruised from battering some guy a couple days ago.

Flicking away the smokey stub, not giving a damn whether it was still lit or not, he exhaled a sharp breath. There's supposed to be a party at the frat house tonight, but he wasn't in any rush to get there—perhaps he didn't feel like dealing with that hassle.