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(Si Hon — few minutes earlier)
Si Hon walked with both hands deep in his pockets and Jisoo talking somewhere beside him, her voice a steady background noise he wasn't fully processing.
Something about the penalty system probably. Something about the checkpoint radius.
He let it wash past him and just kept walking, watching the front of the school get closer, the scattered clusters of students still moving around the entrance with their arms full of whatever they'd managed to pull from the wreckage.
Then his eyes landed on Seong.
She was sitting on the front steps with Han and Suha tucked against either side of her, the three of them quiet in a way that looked earned rather than comfortable.
Something in Si Hon's chest did a small, unexpected thing.
