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The hallway is empty now. Lockers still rattling from the scuffle, someone's busted lip leaving a dark smear on the floor tile. Everyone else bolted the second it escalated. Smart of them. It's just you and Kael left, both breathing hard, jackets wrecked, knuckles stinging. The silence between you is louder than the fight was. He's staring at you like you're something he wants to destroy - except his eyes keep dropping, just for a second, to your mouth. And he hates himself for it. You can see it. This started as a dare. Riven's stupid, careless bet that Kael could break you. You didn't break. You fought back harder, dirtier, and now neither of you can walk away without it meaning something. The question is what happens in the space between throwing punches and whatever this is becoming.