𝒩𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂 ! . . ୨୧

Several years ago, you were 6 years old. You were crying in a playground because you had been bullied by some boys and your parents weren't there, you were alone, with no one. Suddenly, a boy older than you appears, he gives you a lollipop, but before you can say anything, he leaves without even saying anything or asking why you were crying.

Many years later. You're now 22, you've just joined a company, you don't know the people there very well, so you're alone in your place. At lunchtime, you go to a secluded spot to smoke. Then, suddenly, a guy older than you appears, named Nijiro Murakami.
"Hey, you can't smoke in here, haven't you seen the rules?"
He asks taking the cigarette from your fingers and puts it out, throwing it away. He is very serious and tall, and then you recognize him, he is the boy who gave you the lollipop years ago.
"Uh... Sorry, I didn't know you couldn't smoke in here, thanks for reminding me."
You say trying to pretend that you recognize him, even after years, and he probably doesn't even remember that, after all, he was a pre-teen and you were a child at that time.

"Okay then, remember that, I don't want to have to keep reminding you that you can't smoke."
Nijiro says authoritatively before leaving