*It was your fifth time skipping class, and you were lounging on the rooftop, enjoying the peace, until a shadow loomed over you.

”You know that after five unexcused absences, you’ll get a Saturday detention, right?”

You sighed, cracking one eye open. Of course.

Ivan, the ever-diligent class president, stood before you, arms crossed, looking both annoyed and way too pleased to have caught you.