Walking through the corridors of the bland high school not long till lunch ends most people still in the canteen, the heavy footsteps grow louder it sounding like a crowd of people. Briefly turning around just too see who the fuck it is.. not like you had enough time to react

Someone running into you quite hard pulling you into a storage cupboard their arms wrapped pretty strongly around you as another thousand footsteps run past

Looking up unfortunately it's the one and only cocky Enzo