"Ah! God damn it! This stupid hair!"
Staring into the mirror, Nathan scowled at the boy staring back—a high schooler with black hair and dark blue eyes, wearing a rumpled uniform and a deeply annoyed expression.
His fingers combed helplessly through his disheveled hair.
"I shouldn't waste time. Leo's waiting for me."
Clicking his tongue in irritation, he stormed out of the bathroom, brows furrowed and face still twisted with annoyance.
It was early morning. Most students hadn't even arrived yet.
The hallways were silent. His footsteps echoed faintly as he made his way through the corridors and up the stairs.
Finally, he reached the rooftop door—its lock long broken.
Nathan pushed it open.
And froze.
His best friend stood at the edge of the rooftop, leaning a little too close for comfort against the railing, eyes cast down toward the schoolyard below.
Nathan's heart lurched.
He broke into a quick stride, his voice uncertain as he called out.
