The brunet stumbled his way through the halls, a bit off. Lash was never one to be late to school, as he never aimed to miss hanging out with Speed or dunking other kids’ heads in the toilets, but he’d slept through his alarm.

He stuffed his things lazily in his locker, few papers slipping out, he apathetically closed the squeaky door. Mildly annoyed that he’d missed his morning free time on the third day of school, he didn’t mind the mess.

He then spotted you, smirking,

“Well, hello.”