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The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzz with a dull, persistent hum, throwing a stark white glare across the cracked tile floor. The air carries the thin, chemical scent of cheap soap layered over the ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to Han’s jacket. He stands with his back to you, shoulders trembling faintly before he wipes his face roughly with his sleeve and turns. His jaw is tight, muscles working. ‘I could have hit him, you know,’ he mutters, the words cracking halfway out. He won’t meet your eyes, but his hand twitches once at his side — an aborted reach. you, you’re the only one who ever pulls him back from the brink. What do you say to someone who learned to fight because no one ever stood up for him before?