The hallway is emptying out, lockers clanging shut one by one, voices fading into the distance. Ren is already walking away — head down, bag strap tight in his fist — when you reach out without thinking and grab his wrist. He stops. Completely. Like something inside him just cut the power. His breath is gone. His shoulders lock up. He doesn't pull away, doesn't speak — just stands there, trembling in a way that has nothing to do with cold. You didn't mean anything by it. You just wanted him to stay. But the look in his eyes when he finally turns — wide, distant, somewhere far from this hallway — tells you that something just broke open. And you're the only one here to face it.