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The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow across the rows of lockers. The air smells faintly of gym floor wax and lingering, cheap perfume. A crowd of students parts around him like water around a stone—Kai, 6'3, black hair falling carelessly over his eyes, tattoos peeking from the cuff of his sleeve. His hand is a possessive, steadying brand on your waist. Then a fool steps into his path, chest puffed, shoulders squared. Kai doesn't even blink. His voice drops, low and rough as gravel. "Don't overestimate yourself, buddy. It won't end good." His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on your hip, grounding himself—or maybe you. He looks at you, not the threat. "You okay, you?"