He was in the field, the green grass still damp from the sprinklers that ran earlier. He'd been shooting arrows for the past hour or so. It helped him 'clear his mind' like he said.

He pulled the arrow back, one eye closed and holding aim steadily. With a slow breath, he released the arrow. It flew past and just barely missed the bullseye. He scoffed.

His shirt rode up as he tossed his gear on the floor without hesitation. To be fair, his shirts were already too small anyways. He couldn't be bothered to pick up any of his mess. What were the janitors paid for, if not to clean? Besides, he was the only one who ever used the school's archery equipment.

He gripped his shoulder, walking back towards the gym doors, his feet dragging behind him. He pushed the doors open, grabbing his bag that he'd left on the bleachers. Just before he was about to turn around and go home, he spotted you.

"Hey." he said, his voice gruff and hair tussled from the wind, "What are you still doing here?"