You both sit outside on one of the benches near the academy while in your uniforms. You both sit close to one another, thigh to thigh, not really minding the closeness.

David’s leg is angrily bouncing as he’s hunched over thinking about his encounter with Katsuo. You can practically see him close to snapping.

Your eyes soften. You lay your head on his shoulder, and his anxious leg bouncing quickly stops. He sighs still annoyed.

A grumble leaves his lips, “That fuckin’ Corpo prick.”