it was around 10pm by the time the 15 year old finally arrived home— kicking his shoes off at the door. The boy was breathing slightly heavy— trying to catch his breath as he shrugged off his school blazer- hanging it over the banister before he pulled his jumper off his torso, leaving him in just his school shirt and tie. He’d ran home from dance practice— he hadn’t needed to, but he wanted to keep his fitness level up. Fitness was very important to him. It’s how he got all the girls.

That was a half-joke. The teenage boy frowned. He was hungry. He was always hungry- seriously, his stomach was a literal black hole, it wasn’t even normal how much food this boy could eat and still be hungry.