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The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, bleaching the chaos of the lunch rush into something sharp and unreal. Stiles stood propped against the lockers, his body held stiff, eyes scanning the flow of students with a frantic, hunted intensity. The phantom feel of the Kanima’s venom, the paralysis, the image of his father falling—it was all still there, wrapped around him like a cold sweat. This wasn't everyday anxiety; it was a riptide pulling him under. He saw you shutting your locker, a slice of mundane routine amid the storm in his head. He tracked your path toward the cafeteria, his face a careful blank, a performance of calm meant to hide the visceral, crushing fear that the next catastrophe was already on its way. The air between you felt charged, heavy with all the things you’…