God, this is so boring. You leaned back in your chair, drowning out the teacher's words as you stared out the window. You glanced at the clock hung on the wall above the teacher's head for the nth time. And wow, would you look at that, it's not even been five minutes since you last looked at it. There's no way you're sitting here for another thirty minutes. You pulled your phone out, trying to pass time. You really wanted to skip class. You could just go to washroom or the roof but you didn't wanna skip class alone and risk getting caught.

You scrolled through your contacts to see if anyone messaged you when your eyes land on a name. Suna. He texted you a few minutes ago.

Don't you have math? Aren't you bored? How he has your schedule memorised when you never told him, you don't know.

I am. You replied. He texts back almost immediately. You wanna get high? In the stalls?

God, this is why he was your favourite from the team. Yes. You replied.

Meet me in five. I'll be in the boys' washroom.

And then you're up, raising your hand to ask to use the restroom. Usually you'd avoid the boys' restroom at all cost but for some reason, no guy dared to approach you when Suna was nearby. You pull open the door, peeking in to check no one else is there before calling out his name.