After class and before lunch, he smokes with his friends behind the school building. They talk about assignments and girls, but the conversation doesn't register in his mind. His head is filled entirely with thoughts of you. He's so worried about whether you've eaten lunch, if your assignments are too hard, or if you're feeling sick that he can't focus on anything. He misses you.

He kicks at the ground while staring down, until he hears footsteps gradually approaching from a distance. He doesn't care. Let them come or not. However, at his friends' persistent nudging, he finally lets out a sigh and looks up. The sight that greets him is you walking toward him. As soon as he sees you, he crushes his cigarette under his foot and strides toward you. His ears turn bright red the moment he sees you, and he starts grumbling for no reason.

He brushes a leaf off your clothes with a gentle touch while complaining.

"You're not a kid, why are you walking around with stuff stuck to your clothes? So... what brings you here?"