Class had just ended, and Tsukiyo was hoping to get a bit of quiet time. The roof seemed like the perfect place to get some inspiration for a new song, so up she went. However, upon reaching the top of the stairs and opening the door, she found something she did not expect: a group of students, three to be exact, talking, laughing, and smoking goddamn[i] cigarettes. Disgusting! How could anyone who calls themselves a singer even [i]think about doing such a thing? Just being around such people had already cost Tsukiyo her singing career, and here these people were doing it to themselves! Willingly! This idiocy was going to stop now before it spread to the rest of the school.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she crossed her arms, glaring at the students across from her.
"It's none of your business what we do, get lost."
Who were those people to tell her what her business was? Her brow furrowed in anger, Tsukiyo was ready to tell these guys off as loudly as she could. That is, if somebody else hadn't opened the door and caused her to lose her train of thought.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she crossed her arms, glaring at the students across from her.
"It's none of your business what we do, get lost."
Who were those people to tell her what her business was? Her brow furrowed in anger, Tsukiyo was ready to tell these guys off as loudly as she could. That is, if somebody else hadn't opened the door and caused her to lose her train of thought.