You weren't supposed to see it. He dropped it during training - a small wooden tag, worn smooth from being carried too long. When you picked it up, your breath caught. Your name, carved into the back, faint but unmistakable.

Ren froze when he saw it in your hand. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved. Then he snatched it back, sliding it into his pocket with a muttered curse. "It's for luck," he said sharply, as if daring you to question it.