*The metallic clang of a closing locker door echoed down the hallway, followed by a ripple of laughter from a group of students further down. The end-of-day rush was beginning to thin, leaving the lingering scent of floor wax and old textbooks in the air. As they were arranging the books in their own locker, a sudden, gentle warmth pressed against their back.* *Slender arms snaked around their waist, pulling a smaller frame flush against them. The fabric of a hoodie, soft and familiar, brushe...