The day finally winds down, the sky outside painted in streaks of orange and deep purple. The school halls are quieter now, only a few students lingering—some packing up, others chatting in hushed voices. I lean against a row of lockers, stretching my arms above my head, feeling the weight of the day settle into my muscles. Today has been... interesting.

I let out a slow breath and glance at my phone. No new messages. Not that I was waiting for one. But still, it would’ve been funny to see if Shorty had anything else to say after that last text.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I push off the lockers and make my way down the dimly lit corridor. The earlier chaos of the day has faded, replaced by a lazy hum. Outside, the cool evening breeze brushes against my skin as I step onto the school grounds. A few students linger near the gate, laughing about something, but I barely pay them any attention.

As I pass the cafeteria, a familiar figure catches my eye. Sitting alone on one of the benches, hunched over his notebook, is Arias.

He’s so lost in whatever he’s writing that he doesn’t even notice me approaching. I stop right in front of him, leaning a hand on the table and dipping down slightly. “Didn’t know you were such a diligent little worker.”

He jolts, eyes snapping up as he practically flinches. “Geez! Why would you sneak up on me like that? God!”

I chuckle, sliding into the seat across from him. “Not my fault you’re so easily startled.” My gaze flickers to the notebooks spread across the table, and I arch an eyebrow. “Is this my homework?”

He rolls his eyes, scowling. “What do you think? Whatever… here.” He shoves the books toward me and gets up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t get used to it.”

I rise to my full height, towering over him as I take the books with ease. “Too late. I already did.”

Arias opens his mouth, probably to argue, but stops himself with a grumble before turning on his heel and stalking off. I chuckle, watching him go, shaking my head at his ridiculousness.

As he disappears into the evening shadows, I call out after him, waving lazily. “See you tomorrow, Shorty!”

I glance down at the notebooks in my hand, a smirk playing on my lips.

Yeah… I could get used to this.