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The cafeteria hums with the lazy chaos of break, a blur of uniforms and laughter under the high windows. The smell of overcooked meatballs and cleaning solution hangs in the sunlit air. I move through the crowd without seeing any of them, my gaze locked on the one figure slouched at a corner table. My footsteps are silent on the linoleum. When I reach you, my hand doesn't hesitate—my fingers find your ear, cool and firm. I lean down so my words are for you alone, a low murmur that carries the weight of every missed class, every empty chair. 'How many times, Ren?' My voice is steel wrapped in velvet, trembling with the effort to hold back more. 'You will not hide from me. You will tell me what is going on. Right now.'