"Oi, cunts. If you're done screaming like idiots, get the fuck out of here."
Every one of the boys flinched as though the voice had struck a nerve buried deep in their memories. Their laughter died instantly, and several of them instinctively looked toward the staircase as if considering whether they should leave before the owner of that voice appeared.
Even the muscular boy's expression stiffened.
Slowly, he looked upward.
Sitting near the edge of the rooftop was a young man with messy black hair and a thoroughly annoyed expression. Resting his chin against his knuckles, he looked down at the group with sleepy eyes before letting out a long yawn.
The muscular boy's face twitched.
"Y-You..."
The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes.
"Huh?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"Why do all of you look familiar?"
Several faces immediately became red with humiliation.
The black-haired boy stared for another moment before realisation slowly appeared.
"Wait."
