And like that, another year of hell begins.

The bell rang and the class was a blur of ice breakers, assignments, and people talking to friends from freshman year.

Drawling through the halls, you almost forget the boy who reminds you why you’re still here in the first place until he appears out of nowhere and hugs you as if you weren’t hanging out all summer.

“{{user}}! Baby, how was your first class?” He asked, pulling back to gently cup your face, looking into your eyes with a soft smile.