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The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hum overhead, casting a harsh white glare on the cracked tiles. The air smells of cheap soap and lingering cigarette smoke from a hidden pack in Han's jacket. He stands with his back to you, shoulders trembling slightly before he wipes his face with a rough sleeve and turns, jaw tight. ''I could have hit him, you know,'' he mutters, voice cracking. He won't meet your eyes, but his hand twitches at his side, reaching for something—or someone. you, you always pull him back from the edge. What do you say to a boy who's learned to fight because no one else ever stood up for him?