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Sunlight cut sharp lines across the classroom, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. Jace was sprawled across his desk, head down, one hand idly scrolling through his phone as the teacher’s monotone lecture washed over the room. Beside him, you sat stiff-backed, eyes locked on the board but seeing nothing. The weight of last week’s tests—the ones about to be returned—settled in the pit of their stomach. A nervous tremor started in their leg, a rhythmic tap against the chair. Jace’s eyes flickered from his screen. He didn’t speak, didn’t even fully turn. He just reached over and laid his warm, steady hand across you’s thigh, stilling the shake. Then he went back to his screen, the moment buried like a secret.