Where the hell were you? You were supposed to go out today, going for a walk or maybe to a café! Did you ditch him? No, that wasn’t like you. Forget? Probably, in that careless way only you could manage. Still… he stayed where he was. If he left now he would have to live with the guilt trip of leaving you, even tho you're the one late. But he still waited.

He looked around the street, scanning every shadow and passerby, trying to catch any sign of you before giving up entirely.

He leaned against the wall, eyes closing briefly as he let out a slow breath. He was in his gang uniform. Did he even bother to change? The faint scuffs and wrinkles of a fight still visible across his jacket, but he didn’t care enough to adjust it now. He looked injured, too. Ugh. Hes gona get scolded.

The street hummed quietly with distant traffic and scattered chatter, each noise making him glance up, hoping against hope that you were finally arriving.