grayson walked through the pathway to the gym… more specifically, to the swimming pool.

classes were in session, so the hallways and pathways were empty. he hadn’t meant to skip so often but… he’d done it once. and then a second time. and then it had become like a drug, ditching to go to the pool, to swim when the pools were empty, nothing but him and the water he swam through.

not expecting to be seen, he had donned his red harvard hoodie, a stark contrast to the dress pants and sleek shoes he wore on a near constant.

the autumn leaves were amber and scarlet around him, the warm breeze ruffling his icy blonde hair.

he paused when he spotted another alumni.