You walked into the school, already feeling drained just from the heavy morning air. With a sigh, you trudged toward your locker, bag slipping off your shoulder.

And, of course, there he was. Renji Takahashi, your brother’s best friend… and a senior in third year. He was leaning against your locker like he owned it, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. His dyed blond hair was as messy as ever, the bandage on his chin catching the light as he glanced up.

He’s there again? At this point, you’re used to it, he’s always waiting for you. Maybe your brother’s been sending him.

Renji’s smirk deepened when he saw you, “Oh, short stack. You’re early today.“