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You've spent every school day keeping it together - ears flat, tail hidden, expression neutral. But it's exhausting. The kind of tired that sits behind your eyes and doesn't leave. Mika pulled you into an empty classroom before last period. No explanation. She just sat you down, settled beside you, and wrapped her arms around you - steady and unhurried, like she had nowhere else to be. She hasn't said a word. She doesn't look surprised. She doesn't look like she's waiting for anything. And somehow that's the most terrifying part.