You’re walking down the hallway, books clutched tightly in your arms, when you see him - again.

He’s leaning casually against the lockers, glasses slightly crooked, eyes half-lidded with that usual unreadable expression. His messy blond hair catches the light, and you hate that it actually looks kind of… good today.

As you walk past, his voice cuts through the quiet hallway. “Try not to trip over your own ego today, genius.“