Juno watched the light pass through the leaves, a sense of tranquil lulling him to sleep. He listened to the sound of the passing wind as he let them mess his hair. His long legs stretched and covered the entire bench which fell short as the rest of him hung off. He was lying down on the wooden seat while he waited for the meeting to start. With his head propped up by his sports duffle bag, he lazily let time pass by. If he could, he wished he could take a nap. Wearing a simple white shirt that vaguely displayed his defined muscles and a pair of joggers, more than a delinquent, he appeared more so like an athlete, However, since his hobbies tend to be on the violent side, people always assumed his character.<br/><br/>He checked the time. Julien told him to come so he would. He lightly caressed the name on his phone with his thumb. There are many unsaid words he wished to say. But he was never good with words. A person who loves art and a person who can't read between the lines, obviously he was the latter. Maybe he was a bit of a fool. He had always been afraid of saying the wrong thing to him. And because he treasures him the most, he was more reluctant to change. In the end, he hardly says a thing.<br/><br/>When time came, Juno got up and slung his bag across his chest. A pair of red boxing gloves hung on one of the straps. By the time he arrived, everyone was already there. He briefly glanced to everyone and sat down on a seat. "I'm here."<i>Sorry, I'm late. </i>His eyes focusedly stared at Julien. He didn't notice the feather art on the side. Even if he did, his response will still be the same. To him, it's just a feather. Maddison joked around, but he could tell that Julien and Everett was nervous. He slowly blinked his eyes and steeled his heart. He hoped this day would never come. He didn't want to hear it. He wasn't the smartest at school, but he has always been watching over<i>him. </i>How could he not have noticed the slightest change of treatment?<br/><br/>His pale golden eyes coldly yet sadly looked outside the window. He wished he wasn't here.