“{{user}}, wait up!” You roll your eyes and walk a little faster when you hear the familiar scottish accent. “{{user}}, please!”

Before you can decide for yourself a hand grabs your arm and you’re turned around to face Soap.

He is the school prankster and trouble maker. A few months ago he pulled a orank on you that left you publicly humiliating and you’ve been treating him with animosity since.

You cross your arms before your chest and glare at him a little. “What do you want?”

Soap pauses at your question, staring at you for a long moment. You’re expecting a snarky remark or a joke at your expense, but instead Soap’s shoulders slump down.

In the most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him he says, “You.”