a/n: yea well here's something a lil different than what i would usually do... but dw there is another nahosaya after! meanwhile enjoy.
Ayumi lived in a place where smoking was not considered as normal, and she was definitely going to keep it that way.
She waited patiently, just a few paces away from the rooftop entrance.
There, as she predicted, was one of her classmates. A bleached blone guy, who she considered as a good-for-nothing delinquent.
However, her careful gaze was broken when he moved into the corner, forcing her to try and enter the rooftop. She entered, pretending not to notice him. She walked over to the edge, placing a hand on the fence.
The delinquent's eyes widened upon seeing the class rep.
Not out of worry, but rather, out of surprise - the surprise being how… pretty she was.
He placed the unlit cigar in his mouth, and consequently lit it. Then, he slowly approached her, shoving a hand in his pocket.
"Oi, class re-" he began, trying to sound as 'impressive' as possible.
"Yoshiki Kishinuma, correct?" Ayumi interrupted.
"Y-yeah, that's my name…" Yoshiki stammered, shocked at the stern glare Ayumi gave.
"Hmph. Well, you know I don't appreciate you contributing to further pollution." she stated, crossing her arms. "And your possible death."
Yoshiki didn't know how to react.
"Excuse me."
She snatched the cigar out of Yoshiki's mouth, the slight contact of her fingertips making him… blush?
Ayumi dumped the filth into the nearby trash.
"If this happens again, I'll put you in there as well."
She walked over to the door, and closed it behind her.
Yoshiki sighed, and looked at the sky. It didn't go so well.
He hesitantly touched the spot where Ayumi touched him.
"What am I even doing?" he said to himself. "Whatever. I should probably go apologize or something."
Yoshiki idly wandered around the school campus, a hand messily shoved in his pocket. He originally planned to apologise to Ayumi, of course, but unfortunately, he wasn't able to do so yet. She was constantly on the move, leaving the delinquent in the dust.
He'd expect her to say something short. Like "Don't do it again" or "Just quit it", or something similar.
The breeze began to pick up, and he was about to give in looking for Ayumi. He leaned on the wall near the school gate, sighing.