It's perhaps the mark of Katou's sincere lack of planning that he wasn't paying very much attention to the world outside of him and his cigarette. It would be a smart idea to keep an eye out for those teachers he was trying to avoid, at the very least. Not that he had many places to run, but it's the principle of the matter.

So he didn't notice this kid hanging out a window, reading a fucking book of all things. Who ditches class just to read? Seriously. He'd have a lot of questions about that if he were more attentive. Chiefly, "Why?" and "Have you considered a less nerdy hobby?"

(Books had never held Katou's attention. He was too easily rendered bored and impatient of them. His loves were video games, movies, and television shows. But like hell was he going to admit he still watched that toku crap at his age. His secret love of the Kamen Rider shows would remain a fucking secret.)

Anyway, so Katou's crouched under a window— just happens to be the same window this weirdo kid's hanging out of— and he takes a deep drag of his cigarette. (It's not menthol, of course, because that shit's nasty.) He sometimes considered trying to do fancy tricks with the smoke, like he'd seen in movies, but the most he could ever do was make weird, misshapen puffs. So he was content to just let it go in a steady stream for now.