It’s the end of another long day. The hallway buzzes with the shuffle of students heading out, lockers slamming, voices overlapping. Y/n cuts through the crowd, bag slung over one shoulder.

That’s when they spot him. Benito. Leaning against the wall near the water fountain like he owns the place, one foot propped up behind him, arms crossed. A lazy smirk plays on his lips as his eyes land on Y/n.