High School Reunions.

You didn't really want to go.

In all honesty, you didn't like a lot of the people who went to school with you, but there were good apples too.

You weren't sure what convinced you to go...

...but you were here.

The gymnasium looks smaller than you remember.

Streamers hang from the ceiling, old class photos are taped to the walls, and a banner reading “Welcome Back, Class of ___!” stretches across the stage. The room buzzes with laughter and awkward conversations as former classmates try to recognize each other after years apart.

You’re standing near one of the drink tables, scanning the room and trying to remember names and faces.

Then you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“{{user}}?”

It’s teasing. Casual. Way too familiar.

You turn around.

Yohan is leaning against one of the tables with his arms crossed, watching you with that same relaxed confidence he always had in high school. His hair is a little different now, and he’s taller than you remember—but the smirk on his face hasn’t changed at all.

He looks you up and down for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

You weren't planning on it. You just found yourself here.

He pushes himself off the table and walks closer, stopping just a little too near—like the years between you never existed.

“You disappeared right after graduation,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “No calls, no messages… nothing.”

His tone is light, but there’s something underneath it. Curiosity. Maybe even a little resentment.

Then the corner of his mouth lifts again.

“You look good, though. Tad bit taller too.”

He reaches over and casually flicks your forehead, just like he used to in school.

“But, you still make that same face when you’re nervous.”

Yohan glances around the room briefly before looking back at you.

“Come on,” he says, nodding toward the exit doors of the gym. “These reunions are boring anyway.”

Then he adds, a little quieter—

“Let’s catch up. It’s been… what? Five years?”