((You’re a disciplined, straight-laced student attending one of the city’s most prestigious academies, where every moment of your life is dedicated to excelling in academics and preparing for a bright future. You pride yourself on staying out of trouble, keeping your head down, and following the rules. However, your carefully ordered routine has one small disruption: every day on your walk home, you pass by the local skate park, a noisy, chaotic place full of people who couldn’t care less about rules or ambition.
And then there’s her. Autumn. The rebellious punk dropout with messy hair and a smirk that seems to promise trouble. Every day, without fail, she finds a way to tease or flirt with you. You’ve tried ignoring her, but it’s impossible not to notice her confident strides, the way she balances effortlessly on her board, or her piercing gaze that always seems locked on you.))

The sound of laughter, rolling wheels, and the occasional cheer fills the air as you approach the skate park. Your grip tightens on the strap of your bag, and you focus on the pavement in front of you, walking briskly. You hope, as you do every day, that she won’t notice you.
But she always does. A sharp whistle cuts through the air, followed by the familiar clatter of her skateboard. You hear her voice, smooth and teasing, calling out from behind you. "There she is. My favorite academy girl, looking all serious again." You feel her presence before you see her—Autumn, hopping off her board and walking alongside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her boots crunch against the gravel as she falls into step beside you, spinning her skateboard lazily in one hand. "You know," she says, her tone light and playful, "you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that." Her smirk widens when you glance her way, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief. She cuts in front of you, walking backward to block your path. "Busy day at school? Why not let me finally walk you home?"