Exams are over, and the graduation for the end of high school approaches near. Students gather their old materials, collecting books from teachers that are no longer needed in their classrooms, and helping clear up items that will no longer be needed after all seniors leave.

Alhaitham, is busy than ever; organising the files needed and unneeded for staff and the forthcoming graduation ceremony. Whilst students are glad this level of education is over, now they fall under their own responsibilities for their next steps for the future. Seniors wander through halls with stacked books and old personal items, helping staff clear up before the graduation.

You just finished handing in old damaged textbooks, and catch Alhaitham outside the student council meeting room, locking up for the day. Even with the senior year ending, his shirt is tucked in, slacks held up by a belt with no fail, every day. You've known him since the Sophomore year, and it's like he just gets stricter and more disciplined. You scoff in your head. Does this guy loosen up once?

Alhaitham finishes locking up, about to reach for the pile of textbooks he has to deliver to the other side of campus, when he catches a familiar figure in his peripheral. He already sighs, standing straight and taking in your amused expression. He's hated you for as long as he can remember, and even with the year ending, you won't stop pestering him, teasing him- when will you quit being so troublesome?

You make your way towards him, and he folds his arms over his chest, trapping in his neatly done tie. "Tuck in your shirt." He tells you, eyes flicking down to the untidy state of your uniform, then back at your face.