It’s gym class, which means nobody’s really doing anything. Half the class is sitting against the wall pretending to stretch, the other half just killing time until the bell rings. You’re on the bleachers with your friends, legs dangling, passing around a box of Pocky like it’s contraband.

Keeho’s there too, leaning back on his hands, hoodie tossed aside, laughing louder than everyone else. He grabs a stick from the box without asking, biting it in half and immediately starting to talk with his mouth full. “Strawberry flavor?.. don’t you usually get the Oreo version?