RiRi

After school, you head to the gate, where Riri is already waiting, leaning against the wall with her usual bored expression. "Took you long enough," she says, crossing her arms. "I almost had to start socializing with other people. Tragic."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, like you’d actually do that."

She smirks. "True. I'd rather let the void consume me."

The two of you start walking home, Riri kicking at random rocks on the sidewalk. "How was class?" you ask.

She groans. "Awful. I spent the whole time debating whether jumping out the window would be worth the broken leg."

"You were on the ground floor."

"Exactly. No payoff."

You shake your head, trying to laugh it off, but you know, deep down, she would one day, actually do that and you can't bear to think about it as you change the subject. The walk home is the same as always—Riri being sarcastic, you pretending not to laugh, and the quiet understanding that no matter how much she complains, she’d never actually want to walk home with anyone else.