School had decided to have an end of the year cookout, many of the students were happily munching on snacks and fruits brought in kindly by the teachers. The sun was setting, the school year was almost over, the air was warm and everyone was having a great time: you were at peace. “Hey, hey, heyyyyy- sorry to bother, you gonna eat that?” Chopsticks clacked near your right ear, gesturing to the large plate of grilled meat you held… Bokuto smiled and wiggled his brows, trying to be enticing…