If there are any non Sri Lankans reading the uniform for Sri Lankan schools for boys is a white button up t-shirt with white long trousers.
And just like the dress code there is a hair code and shoe code and in my school having too many badges / key tags on our bag was also prohibited.

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"Central college Colombo"
The big bold gold letters shone in the morning sun shine that was equally gold in colour, blinding the students with it's aura that walked by it.

And Akesh was just one student among thousands that did not feel a single bit intimidated by the giant gold gates of the school.

The morning air was slightly crisp and the morning sun rays slightly warm that made it feel like a day in December for Akesh. The days of vacations! The days he could rejoice!

Feed in to the sexist structure of the school and the systems that had a rule where girls and boys had to walk in two different lines that were parallel to and apart from each other in a row as a line of prefects examined them.

Self-conscious of his appearance Akesh felt the usual nervousness. Fully aware of his appearing stubble Akesh scratched his jawline as he moved forward in the line. He unconsciously bit his nether lip.

[A/N - stubble stubble double trouble 🤧😇]

One prefect, the first in the line of prefects that stood parallel to the students was down there bent before his with one knee on the ground. He put his hand up Akesh's trousers to see how further up he could go.

And as he could go up to his liking Akesh made it past him.

The second was worse than the first.
He ran his hand through Akesh's neatly combed hair. That was to check if he is well groomed. If he decided that Akesh's hair was longer than what a boy's hair should be then he would be taken in to the prefect room where a boy that knew nothing about salon work would cut his hair as if a rat ate it through it.

Those haircuts given by the prefects were so horrendous that they made one's hair look as if a reckless cow had munched out their hair from here and there.

And the third grabbed from his chin and checked his face and bingo! A mistake found!

A small stubble.

"Hay!"

Said the boy who was probably a year elder than him who clearly had a head bigger than that of an average teenager because it was swollen.

Even though he knew that the prefect boy did not ask for an answer he hummed in response, "Hmm?"

"Don't you know any better huh? You can't come to school with a beard! In which grade are you?"

The prefect shouted at Akesh who would do anything to escape that situation.

"Eleven"
Though his mouth burned to say twelve as it was the actual grade he should be.

Though the situation was unfortunate he thanked his lucky stars that none of his previous batch mates nor his current classmates were there around him. It was a surprise as most of the prefects were from grade twelve.

Because if that happened then the situation would have been both unfortunate and comfortable as well as a tremendous blow on his self confidence.

You do not want to do push ups before your classmates that got promoted while you lagged behind, do you?

Exactly!

"You know the drill."
A dull voice said to Akesh as he stopped at the area where the ones with punishments gathered up.

Five guys that were probably from grade thirteen were doing pushups on the ground.

Every student at school knew the punishments each wrong doing offered more than they knew the relevant curriculum!

And Akesh frowned as he looked at the guys that were almost finished with their pushups.

What a way to start your day.
Though he is not the most religious person out there he prayed to God to not to make him fall face down on the ground.

"If you can't do normal pushups then do wall push ups. HURRY UP WE. DON'T HAVE ALL DAY HERE!"

A prefect while yelling looked at Akesh's face as he made sure to put emphasis on "normal pushups" and "wall push ups".

"Oh wow the nerve of some people!"
Akesh though as his hurried tone somewhat intimidated him.

And as if he was challenged to prove that Akesh got on all fours and positioned himself in to the correct position and started doing push ups.

And six push ups in he started regretting it.

As it was recorded in his memory, which is something that should not be trusted as it could be subjective and not entirely true, it had only been five months since he abandoned working out.

And over a year since he abandoned all the sports he did.

And as a result his body had been getting out of hand. His abs starting to dissappear, his biceps starting to get more mellow and softer.  And a small double chin threatening to take over his jawline.

Eight pushups in he felt like his hands were being pressed down by an enormous block of iron. His palms that were pressed down to the concrete ground almost sank in to the concrete with the pressure that was on it.

Nine push ups in he closed his eyes tight to gather some emotional support.

"Life your damn self up and dip in once more! "
He commanded himslef.

And when he dipped for the final time he was panting as if he had finished a marathon just then.

He stood up thanking God for not making him fall facedown on to the concrete floor even though his entire body was hurting.

He wiped his dust coated hands on his white trousers

And as he began walking towards the principal's office as his class was in the building behind it he was greeted with an unusual sight.

Walking out of the office clad in blue worn out jeans and a white shirt was the love of his life, Gehan. And Akesh had no idea what he was doing there.

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A cliff hanger?
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