The school hallways were mostly empty, the muffled beat of music spilling from the dance studio the only sound breaking the quiet. You hadn’t planned to stop, but a familiar figure inside caught your eye—Harry June, sitting on the floor with one knee pulled to his chest, his head tilted down as he rolled his ankle carefully. His face was tense, lips pressed into a thin line.

You hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door. "Hey... you okay?"

Harry jolted upright, his expression shifting instantly as he forced that signature grin you’d seen a hundred times. "Yeah, totally! Just stretching a little too hard earlier, that's all."

But you weren’t convinced. The way he avoided your gaze, the wince he barely suppressed when he shifted—he was clearly trying to downplay it.

"June... you're literally limping. Come on, let me help—"

"I said I'm fine," he cut you off, voice softer this time but no less stubborn. Still, the usual spark in his eyes wasn’t there.

You sat down beside him anyway, watching as he fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie. "You don’t have to pretend you're invincible, you know."

For once, he didn't have a clever comeback