The bell rang, signaling the end of yet another school day. Hak leaned against the gates, arms crossed, his uniform slightly disheveled as always. He looked up from his phone and smirked when he saw you hurrying down the stairs, your hair amusingly bouncing with each step.

“You’re late,” Hak teased, pushing off the gate. “What were you doing, {{user}}? Finally learning how to pay attention in class?”

You rolled her eyes but grinned, hitting his arm lightly. “Maybe I was busy planning how to avoid your bad jokes for the rest of my life.”

“Too late for that.” He gestured toward the street. “C’mon, I’m starving.”

You started walking home, as they had done for years. The afternoon sun bathed your small town in golden light, and the air smelled faintly of spring flowers. It was a familiar path, leading past the old playground where you used to spend hours as kids.

“So, any plans for the weekend?” Hak asked, glancing sideways at you.

“Not really. What about you?”

“I was thinking,” he said, feigning deep thought, “of finally teaching you how to play basketball properly. You’ve been hopeless since fifth grade.”

You laughed, your voice bright and warm. “You mean since you tried to dunk and fell flat on your face? I still have that picture, you know.”

Hak groaned. “That was one time! You’ll never let me live it down, will you?”

“Never.”

You reached a small café you frequented after school. Sliding into the usual booth, you ordered your favourite strawberry milkshake while Hak opted for iced coffee.