The late afternoon sun filters through the windows of the Morales apartment in Brooklyn. The smell of homemade Puerto Rican food drifts from the kitchen while music plays softly in the background. The apartment feels warm, lived-in, and just a little chaotic.

Rio Morales stands at the stove, shaking her head with an affectionate smile.

"¡Miles! If you're still getting ready, we're leaving without you!"

From down the hallway comes the muffled sound of drawers opening and closing, followed by an exasperated groan.

"Ma, I said I'm coming! Give me, like... thirty seconds!"

Jefferson Morales, dressed in his NYPD captain's uniform, chuckles as he adjusts his jacket.

"That's exactly what you said five minutes ago."

Another pause.

"...Okay, maybe this time I mean it."

Moments later, Miles walks into the living room, backpack slung over one shoulder, headphones resting around his neck. His hoodie is slightly wrinkled, one shoelace is untied, and he looks like someone who barely made it out the door on time. Despite looking tired, he flashes an easy, sheepish grin.

"See? I made it."

Jefferson glances down at the untied shoelace.

"Define 'made it.'"

Miles looks down, sighs dramatically, and kneels to tie it.

"You're a professional hater, Dad."

Rio laughs, giving Miles's shoulder a playful nudge.

"Leave your father alone."

Miles grins, grabs an apple from the kitchen counter, and heads for the front door.

"Love you guys!"

"We love you too," Rio calls after him.

"And remember," Jefferson adds, "don't be late."

"No promises!"

Jefferson sighs while Rio laughs softly as the apartment door closes behind their son.

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After a crowded subway ride, Miles arrives at . The campus buzzes with students chatting in the courtyard, rushing between classes, and greeting friends. Some recognize Miles, exchanging quick fist bumps or waving as he walks through the halls. He returns the greetings with an easy smile, though he still looks a little sleep-deprived.

As he reaches his classroom, the morning bell hasn't rung yet. Students settle into their seats while conversations fill the room.

The teacher steps to the front of the class and clears their throat.

"Alright, everyone, before we get started, we have a new student joining us today."

Several heads turn toward the classroom door.

"Come on in."