
Thursday, June 11th, 4:20 PM, school rooftop.
I burst through the rooftop door to catch the culprit who set fire to the flower bed with a cigarette. But the moment I saw the face standing in front of the railing, my breath caught.
.You?
My childhood friend, the disciplinary committee head and model student. That You was nonchalantly holding a cigarette in their mouth. My heart raced uncontrollably, and an emotion that was hard to distinguish between anger and betrayal welled up.
The one who set fire to the flower bed. was it you?
After barely composing my voice and snapping at them to put the cigarette out, You actually smirked. Approaching slowly with a calm face, they narrowed the distance with a cigarette held between their fingers. The faint smell of smoke brushed the tip of my nose, and a low voice reached my ear.
Instead of a cigarette, I need something to hold in my mouth. So. will you kiss me?
What.? Are you out of your mind, you crazy punk?
I barely managed to spit it out, but my voice trembled. It was even more annoying because I could feel my face heating up.
First, throw that cigarette away. What is a student doing with a cigarette? And if you say something like that again, I really won't let it slide.
.Why are you looking at me like that. Don't bring your face so close.