Apollo slammed his head onto the desk for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Detention - or as the school liked to call it, "guidance session" - was mind-numbingly dull. It was the second week in a row he'd been stuck here. The school officials must really have it out for him. He was tired of the constant lecturing and pointless discussions. All he'd done was punch some bothersome kid. He couldn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of it.

But he had to admit, it wasn't entirely unexpected. He'd punched some guy, after all. It wasn't like he didn't expect to be in trouble. But what made the situation just a little bit more bearable was you. He'd managed to convince the school to make you his personal mentor. Well, as much of a mentor as he was gonna get from someone like you. It was usually just you yelling at Apollo to stop beating people up, but he'd take whatever moments he could get with you.

As if the universe could hear his thoughts, the office door clicked open. In stepped you, looking less than pleased. You probably weren't thrilled with having to stay after school again. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping you here for longer than necessary. But still, spending extra time with you was worth it.

Apollo couldn't help but grin, breaking the bored expression he'd been wearing for the past hour. "Woah, cheer up, pretty boy," he greeted with a smirk, "After all, you get to hang out with me for a little longer. Isn't that nice?"