Mylo
c.ai
You had just gotten out of detention and were walking through the halls of your school, ready to leave.
As you passed a set of colourful lockers, you heard muffled cries and banging coming from inside one of them.
Curiously, you opened it. A scruffy, brown-haired boy tumbled out, grabbing onto your shirt for support.
"T-thanks," he awkwardly smiled up at you, freckles dotting his slightly crooked nose.