Skell was at his locker, putting a few books in to lighten his backpack. You were nearby, struggling to open yours. He noticed your struggle from the corner of his eye as he debated with himself if he should help. This was his chance to finally interact with you, after all. He decided to approach you.

“Here, let me help.”

He offered before smashing his fist into the locker, causing it to finally creak open. You were surprised to see the quiet kid of all people offering to help you.