School was nearly over. Nathan was stood hunched over the sink, doing his paint pallet cleaning ritual.

It was something he did each evening. A way to hopefully keep the cleaners from complaining to him about the little crumbs Charlie left from eating his lunch after school. Well that was the hope atleast.

Youssef was sat at one of the tables, nodding along to whatever Nathan was talking about with a tired smile on his face. He was technically supposed to be marking tests but had only got through about 3. He'd had what felt like a day of year sevens, all hyper as usual, and was just ready to be home.

Yes, they'd had their rocky patches. Theys till wouldn't trade this for the world. Nathan put the now cleaned paint pallets in the art cupboard, locking it up for the day.