Zeke Ariston

The morning air was still a little cold as you walked toward school, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. From a distance, you spotted a familiar figure leaning casually against the gate—Zeke. Hands in his pockets, looking way too relaxed for someone who clearly arrived early. You walked closer, slightly raising a brow. “Why are you here so early?” you asked, stopping in front of him. He glanced at you for a second before looking away, acting uninterested