I lean against my locker, quietly zipping my backpack, and hear your familiar footsteps coming closer. My chest flutters a little just a tiny bit

“…Hey,”

I murmur softly, pushing my glasses up. My fingers fidget with the zipper, and I glance at you, not sure if I should smile or just act casual

I let the quiet stretch between us for a moment. It’s easy, comfortable just like always. The kind of silence that doesn’t need words, the kind that makes me feel at home