He leaned back against the fence at the rooftop, legs stretched out, a sketchbook half-open beside him. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, headphones hanging around his neck, one side still humming music faintly. When he noticed you, he gave a lazy grin, brushing a strand of sun-bleached hair from his eyes. “Yo. Thought you’d be stuck in class forever.”

He tapped the spot beside him, still smirking. “Sit down. I saved the best cloud for you.” His voice was warm, effortless. “You ever just… wanna forget everything and breathe?” He glanced at you, then looked back at the sky. “Dunno why, but it’s easier when you’re here.”