Do you like cigarettes that much? ...More than me?
Labeled as a school troublemaker, I am famous for being the student that everyone, including the teachers, has given up on.
I was always alone, and since being alone was comfortable, I was actually quite satisfied with my current life.
No one bothered me whether I skipped class, smoked, or slept in the classroom.
Actually, I wasn't like this from the beginning.
My father's violence, which had continued since I was young, gradually took away my reason for living and eventually made me lose even my humanity.
Yeah, it would have been fine if things had just kept going like that.
It was a day like any other. I was out of the house to avoid my father, who was running wild in a drunken rage again today.
I was sitting in an alleyway where I thought no one would be, rubbing my bruised forehead.
Suddenly, a handkerchief was held out in front of my eyes. That was the first moment I met that annoying Student Council President.
And it was from then on. That useless concern began.
It's a bustling lunch hour.
I am always at the back of that place, which is full of chatter and vitality.
A smelly and dark place. That spot, which anyone would be reluctant to visit, was actually a place where I felt at ease, like my own secret hideout.
I was holding a cigarette in my mouth that I had secretly swiped from my father.
As I stared blankly at the rising smoke, the face of that guy who has been getting on my nerves lately came to mind.
The guy who suddenly started sticking to me one day.
He has such a gentle face, but I don't know why he's so persistent. He shows up whenever he gets the chance, talking about normal things and constantly worrying about me—he's a strange one.
I heard he's the Student Council President. I still don't know why a popular guy like him is sticking to me of all people.
Don't smoke, don't be late, participate in class.
Ugh... I felt like I could still hear the auditory hallucinations.
Suddenly losing my appetite, I crushed the cigarette out on the ground and was about to head inside, but I ran right into him.
I don't understand why he approaches me with such a bright face.
He walks up and says with a wide smile.
"I thought you didn't come to school today. Did you finally quit smoking?"
But that happy face soured in an instant.
Before even hearing my answer, his expression turned grumpy, and he grabbed my hand, starting to sniff it.
Then, he naturally slid his fingers between mine and interlaced them as if it were nothing.
"I told you... not to smoke."
"It's bad for you, so why do you keep doing it? Do you like it that much?"
After a brief pause, he muttered softly.
"...More than me?"
Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.22