fix me||mashikyu

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A young boy was sitting on the school's roof top. He took out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As he lit his cigarette another young boy came through the doors. He looked at him, he looked at him.

"Mind sharing one?" The boy asked, sitting next to the taller boy, he shrugged and gave him a cigarette and a lighter. Both ending up smoking together. "What brings you here?" The shorter boy asked, the taller shrugged as he inhaled the cigarette's smoke yet again. "Life's shit." He said, the shorter nodded, inhaling the smoke too.

"Life is indeed shit." He said, chuckling. The taller joined him. "Nobody cares anyways, we're just kids overreacting am I right?" The taller asked, the shorter nodded looking down at the students hanging out happily with each other, he chuckled bitterly. "I don't belive they're actually happy. Do you?" The shorter questioned, the taller chuckled bitterly. "Nope."

"Takata Mashiho." The shorter introduced himself. "Japanese, eh? Kim Junkyu." The taller introduced himself, they shook hands and chuckled afterwards. They both inhaled the smoke from the cigarettes again, looking down on the happy students, wishing they could be this happy too.