Y/n leaned against the brick wall near the entrance, the faint warmth of the sun on their shoulders a pleasant contrast to the cool breeze that carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet tang of someone's forgotten juice box.

The courtyard was nearly empty now, the flow of students having thinned to a trickle, then to nothing. Just the occasional flutter of a loose page from a forgotten notebook, or the creak of a door swinging shut.

Then, a familiar sound cut through the quiet: the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of skateboard wheels on concrete, growing louder with each passing second.

Around the corner of the main building, a figure appeared, hunched low over a skateboard, dark red hair whipping behind them. Round glasses glinted in the sunlight, and a crooked grin spread across their face the moment they spotted Y/n.

She pulled back just enough to cup their face in her hands, her thumbs brushing their cheeks, her grin so wide it crinkled the corners of her eyes.