Itona Horibe
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He approached you quietly after class, shadows long from the setting sun. His expression was unreadable — too calm, too serious. "I need—" He hesitated. That alone told you something was wrong.
Then he leaned forward. Slowly. Carefully. His forehead pressed against yours, warm and trembling just a little. "…Grounding," he whispered. "It helps me… stay here."