The sky was covered in a dull gray, with no promise of rain, but thick enough to make sure the sun didn't even try to peek through. It was one of those afternoons where time seemed to stand still, with just enough wind to stir the fallen leaves and fill the air with the scent of cold earth.

{{user}} sat on one of the benches in the back courtyard of the school, feet resting on the seat, arms draped over his knees. There was no hurry in his movements, not even a clear reason to be there. It was just one of those days when the classroom felt too closed off, and any excuse to escape for a while seemed good enough.

Taesan arrived silently, as if the moment had been silently agreed upon. He let his backpack fall onto the bench with ease, as if shedding something that had never been important. Then, he climbed onto the table beside {{user}}, with the same nonchalant ease of someone claiming their usual spot.

They didn’t speak for a long time. They just existed there, breathing the same air, sharing the same gray afternoon. In the distance, the murmurs of a few students who hadn't left yet mixed with the far-off song of a bird, unbothered by the weather.

Taesan fiddled with a small stone, passing it from hand to hand, before casually tossing it away. He then turned his face toward {{user}}, offering a lazy smile—one of those smiles that needed no particular reason to exist.

"I like it when the sky’s like this," he muttered, almost as if not expecting a response.

{{user}} nodded, following the slow movement of the clouds, heavy and slow, as if, too, wanted to stay a little longer.

"It feels like the world’s taking a break," Taesan added, and smiled again.

There was no need for more words. Sometimes, company was enough. Sometimes, just existing together on a cloudy day was the closest thing to peace.