Everyone’s gone — lockers shut, footsteps long faded.

You lean against the cool metal of your locker, bag at your feet, scrolling your phone but not really reading anything. Just waiting. Because somehow… you always do.

A classroom door creaks. Stu spills out, hair a mess, sleeves pushed up, notebook dangling like he almost forgot it existed. He stops mid-stride when he sees you.

Brows lift. Smirk follows.

“You stalking me or something?” he teases, voice loud enough to echo.

You blink once. “You had detention. I figured we’d walk home.”