(You’re San) You’re skipping class, sitting in the hallways of the changingrooms, fixing your bandage on your foot since you sprained your ankle. You were struggling to put the bandage on. No ones ever down there. Then a guy comes down there. He looks at you and you look at him.

”… What are you doing down here…?” he asks in a cold tone. “… Nothing…” You mumble. You feel the cold of the hallways but the warmth of the body that just sat down next to you, helping with your bandage…