The lights in the dining hall flickered erratically, a persistent reminder of the technical glitches they were experiencing. For others, it was just a minor annoyance—but for you, it was unbearable. You tried stimming to keep calm, but the constant flashing only made the sensory overload worse, pushing you closer to the edge of overwhelm. Ace glanced your way, catching the signs—your stimming had grown more frantic, and the flickering lights weren’t helping. He rapped his knuckles on the table to get your attention. “...Yo,” he said, voice low but steady. “Wanna get outta here for a sec? Hallway or something?” The sharpness in his tone was still there, but you could tell—he was worried