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Assistant: Title: Concrete and Chaos
        Author: Alliegirl600 Alliegirl600 
        Chapter: 3/3 
        Summary: In the bustling streets of modern-day Manhattan, Jinx thought she’d left her old life behind—her past as Powder, the fire that destroyed everything, and the sister who abandoned her. Now an NYU freshman by day and Silco’s secret engineer by night, Jinx is determined to prove she’s more than her mistakes. But when an unexpected reunion with Ekko, her childhood friend-turned-stranger, brings buried memories rushing back, her carefully constructed world begins to crack.Ekko, now a fellow NYU student, has his own reasons for being in the city—and Jinx is the last person he expected to see. Torn between the girl he once cared for and the person she’s become, Ekko confronts her loyalty to Silco, the man he believes destroyed their home.As old wounds resurface and tensions rise, Jinx and Ekko must navigate their fractured relationship in a city that never stops moving. Will they find common ground, or are they destined to remain on opposite sides of the chaos?A modern AU exploring redemption, betrayal, and the delicate balance between the past and the future. For fans of Arcane and stories that follow friends to academic enemies to lovers.
        Contents: Chapter 3: A Lightweight
    

    


      
        
          I would like to apology profusely for my little hiatus :,)During the end of my college intersession, I had clinicals which took up so much of my time!!! :(Now that I’m back at school, I assure you I will write more frequently and finish up writing the second book for “Ending the Cycle.”Thank you so so much for your patience!! <3
      
  

  
  
    
    Jinx hadn’t expected to see Ekko again after their confrontation on the streets of Manhattan. She’d assumed that would be the end of it—a bitter encounter, a closed chapter. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.  On the first day of classes, as she entered her physics lecture hall, her heart nearly stopped. Sitting near the front, casually flipping through his notes, was Ekko. He looked different in the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom—more polished, more composed—but his signature confidence remained. As if sensing her presence, he glanced up, and their eyes locked across the room.  Jinx’s stomach twisted in anger and resentment, memories of their last conversation flashing through her mind. Without a word, she tore her gaze away and sat at the opposite end of the lecture hall, as far from him as she could manage. Her blood boiled at the thought of him being there, of him daring to exist in her space. But it wasn’t just anger. Beneath it all, there was something else—a simmering unease, the uncomfortable sting of familiarity and history that wouldn’t leave her alone.   As the weeks passed, their physics class became an unexpected battlefield.  Jinx threw herself into studying with a vengeance, determined to be the best in the class. She’d always prided herself on her intelligence—on her ability to solve problems no one else could. But now, she had a new motivation: Beat Ekko. Every quiz, every test, every assignment became a competition in her mind. She studied late into the night, her dorm desk littered with notes, textbooks, and hastily scribbled equations.  But no matter how hard she pushed herself, there were moments when he still outshined her.  On some tests, she barely edged him out, earning the top score by a few points. But on others, he surpassed her—grinning quietly as their professor handed back the graded papers. Jinx seethed in silence every time she saw his name at the top of the leaderboard. The smug tilt of his lips whenever he noticed her frustration only fueled her determination.  The rivalry boiled over one afternoon in the library.  Jinx had gone there to study, her mind buzzing with formulas and concepts she needed to master before their next exam. But as she wandered past the private study rooms, her steps faltered. There he was—Ekko—sitting at a table, completely absorbed in his notes.  Her anger bubbled to the surface before she could stop it. She stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her. “You’re such a pretentious @ssh@l@.”  Ekko glanced up, surprised but amused. “Good to see you too, Powder.”  “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “I don’t even know how someone like you got into this school. You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong here.”  He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed casually over his chest, as if her words didn’t sting. “Oh? And who exactly does belong here? You?”  “Yes.” Jinx’s voice trembled with anger. “Unlike you, I actually worked my ass off to get here.”  Ekko’s smirk deepened. “I guess that B+ on the last physics test doesn’t reflect that hard work, huh?”  Jinx froze, her fists clenching at her sides. “F@ck you.”  Without a word, Ekko reached into his bag and pulled out his graded test—the one he’d aced. He slid it across the table toward her, the red 100% glaring up at her like a taunt. “Better luck next time.”  Her hands shook as she stared at the paper. “You’re such a pr@ck,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her frustration. “You want me to explode, don’t you? You get off on this.”  Ekko didn’t deny it. He just watched her, his expression unreadable. “I don’t want you to fail, Jinx. But I’m not going to apologize for being good at something.”  The tension in the room was suffocating, the unspoken history between them pressing down like a weight neither of them could escape.  Jinx grabbed her bag, shoving her books inside with jerky movements. “I’m done with this conversation.”  “See you in class,” Ekko called after her as she stormed out, his voice light with amusement.  --- The following month was a blur of contradictions.  During the week, Jinx buried herself in her studies, refusing to let Ekko outpace her again. Her dorm desk became a war zone of physics textbooks, problem sets, and hastily scrawled notes. She pushed herself harder with every assignment, her pride refusing to let her slip behind.  But when one weekend came, all that tension and frustration spilled over into chaos.  Lux had found herself a group of girls who made bar-hopping a weekly tradition. They were the kind of girls who moved through the city like they owned it, armed with fake IDs, daring outfits, and a reckless sense of invincibility. They took Manhattan by storm every Friday night, hitting dive bars, rooftop lounges, and crowded dance clubs, leaving a trail of laughter and glitter in their wake.  At first, Jinx wanted nothing to do with it. The idea of partying—being crammed into sweaty bars and pretending to fit in with people who had no idea what kind of baggage she carried—felt exhausting. But Lux wasn’t one to take no for an answer. She struck a hard bargain, as always, coaxing Jinx with promises of fun, freedom, and a chance to finally let go. Jinx had spent years in high school suppressing the chaotic side of herself, afraid of what would happen if she let it out. But deep down, she craved that release. She wanted to prove—to herself, if no one else—that she wasn’t just the quiet, brooding girl buried in her books and projects. She could be wild. She could be carefree. So, one Friday night, Jinx let Lux drag her out into the heart of Manhattan. The destination was a small pub tucked between towering buildings, the neon sign outside flickering with the name "Arcane." It was the kind of place that thrived on freshman energy—kids with fake IDs, party tops paired with baggy jeans, and scuffed sneakers sliding across the sticky dance floor. The music spilled out onto the street, bass-heavy beats vibrating through the pavement, drawing crowds like moths to a flame. “Come on!” Lux chirped, her hand wrapped tightly around Jinx’s wrist as they approached the bar. She was already glowing with excitement, dressed in a sleek black top and wide-leg pants, her blonde hair cascading down her back. “You’ll be fine. Just use the ID I gave you.” Jinx glanced down at the fake ID in her hand, skepticism etched across her face. The picture was a passable likeness—a friend of Lux’s older brother who bore a striking resemblance to Jinx, albeit with dark hair. Lux had spun the story for her earlier: “If the doorman asks, just tell him you’re going through a blue hair phase. He won’t care.” Jinx sighed, stuffing the ID in her pocket. “I feel ridiculous.” “You look hot,” Lux countered with a grin. “Trust me, you’ll blend right in.” Reluctantly, Jinx followed Lux to the entrance. The doorman barely glanced at their IDs before waving them inside, too busy dealing with a rowdy group of guys behind them. Jinx let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as they crossed the threshold into the bar. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Colored lights flashed across the walls, casting everyone in shades of purple, blue, and red. The music was loud, drowning out any coherent conversation, and the air smelled like cheap liquor and sweat. Groups of students crowded the dance floor, laughing and swaying to the beat, while others hung by the bar, shouting drink orders over the noise. “First drinks on me!” Lux shouted over the music, dragging Jinx toward the bar. Jinx let herself be pulled along, feeling out of place at first. Her outfit—ripped jeans, an oversized band tee tied at the waist, and her signature blue hair pulled into messy pigtails—didn’t quite match the glamorous vibe of some of the other girls. But Lux didn’t seem to care. She leaned across the bar, expertly ordering two vodka sodas, and handed one to Jinx with a wink. “Drink up, babe. You’ve earned it.” Jinx hesitated for a moment before taking a sip. The alcohol burned on the way down, but it left a pleasant warmth in its wake. She downed half the drink in one go, hoping it would calm the anxious knot in her chest. Lux grabbed her hand again. “Come on! Let’s dance!” “I don’t dance,” Jinx protested, though Lux ignored her, pulling her straight onto the packed dance floor. At first, Jinx felt awkward, standing stiffly in the middle of the crowd as bodies swayed and bumped against her. She clung to her drink like a lifeline, unsure of what to do with herself. But Lux was already lost in the music, twirling and laughing, her hair glowing under the flashing lights. “Loosen up!” Lux shouted, spinning around to face her. “No one’s watching! Just let go!” Jinx wanted to argue, but something in Lux’s carefree laughter was infectious. The lights, the music, the crowd—all of it began to blur together, the overwhelming chaos oddly comforting. She took another sip of her drink, then another, until the knot in her chest loosened and her head felt lighter. And then, she let herself go. The rhythm of the music pulsed through her veins, drowning out the noise in her mind. The painful memories of Zaun, the fire, the family she’d lost—all of it faded into the background. The cool burn of the alcohol mixed with the heat of the crowd, and for the first time in years, Jinx felt weightless. Free. She danced with Lux, her inhibitions melting away with every beat. She laughed when Lux grabbed her hands and spun her around, twirling under the neon lights. She didn’t care if she looked ridiculous. She didn’t care if she wasn’t doing it right. For once, she wasn’t thinking about Silco. Or Vi. Or the past. She was just Jinx. Lux beamed at her, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “There she is!” she shouted over the music. “I knew you had it in you!” Jinx grinned back, the tension in her shoulders completely gone. “You were right,” she admitted, breathless from dancing. “This is actually fun.” “Told you!” Lux giggled, pulling her in for a quick hug before they both burst into laughter. The two of them danced until their legs ached, until the world outside the bar faded into insignificance. Jinx lost track of time, lost in the swirling lights, the pounding music, and the comforting haze of alcohol. For the first time in what felt like years, she wasn’t thinking about who she was supposed to be, what she’d done, or who she’d left behind. She was just living. And for a brief, fleeting moment, it felt like enough. Eventually, Lux pulled her toward the bar, both of them breathless and glowing from the heat of the dance floor. They ordered more drinks, laughing as they rejoined the group of girls Lux had befriended. Jinx clutched a new drink in her hand, the rim sticky with lime, and let the minutes blur into hours. The alcohol coursing through her veins dulled every sharp edge in her mind. Her words began to slur, her movements loosened, and the weight she carried melted into the flashing lights and deafening bass. Everything felt lighter. Easier. But as the night wore on, Jinx noticed that Lux’s attention was drifting. Across the bar, Lux was talking animatedly with an older student—a boy with messy blonde hair and a cocky grin. Jinx recognized him from campus. Ezreal. A sophomore known for charming his way into any conversation, always a little too sure of himself. Jinx felt her chest tighten, though she couldn’t quite place why. Lux’s laughter rang out over the noise, and Jinx realized her friend’s focus was no longer on her. The carefree, chaotic energy they’d shared on the dance floor was gone, replaced by Lux leaning in toward Ezreal, her eyes sparkling with interest. She’s fine, Jinx told herself, shaking off the pang of disappointment. I don’t care. Turning back to the crowd, she found the other girls and let them pull her into another round of dancing. The music pounded through her skull, and she threw herself into the rhythm, hoping to drown out the ache growing in her chest. Drink after drink, she kept going, her mind slipping further into a fog. Her feet ached, her head spun, but she didn’t care. She danced until the world around her blurred into colored lights and distant laughter. But then, all at once, her body betrayed her. The room spun violently, her stomach twisting in knots. Saliva pooled in her mouth, a bitter warning of what was coming. She stumbled backward, clutching at the air for balance, but her legs gave out beneath her. Her knees hit the sticky floor, and suddenly, the crowd parted around her, people gasping and stepping back to avoid the mess they thought was coming. Jinx tried to steady herself, but the nausea surged again. Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattered. She barely registered the voices around her, only the overwhelming sensation of the room tilting and spinning. “Jinx!”  Lux was there in an instant, abandoning Ezreal without a second thought. She crouched beside Jinx, her expression shifting from panic to determination as she tried to help her friend to her feet. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” But before Lux could lift her, a strong pair of arms wrapped around Jinx from behind, pulling her upright with practiced ease. “I got her,” a voice said calmly, steady and sure. “I’ll take her home.” Lux straightened, her eyes narrowing as she sized up the stranger. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded, stepping protectively in front of Jinx. The boy shifted Jinx’s weight effortlessly in his arms, holding her steady as she swayed. He looked up to reveal his face—a familiar face. Dark brown eyes, wild dreadlocks streaked with white, and a calm, steady presence that seemed completely out of place in the chaos of the bar. “Ekko,” he said, offering his school ID to Lux. “We’re… childhood friends. She knows me.” Lux glanced at the ID, then at Jinx, who mumbled incoherently in Ekko’s arms. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, recognition flickering briefly before they closed again.  Lux bit her lip, torn between suspicion and concern. Jinx had mentioned Ekko in passing during late-night conversations in their dorm, though she’d never gone into detail. Lux remembered the bitterness in Jinx’s voice whenever his name came up—a complicated past that clearly hadn’t been resolved. “She’s drunk out of her mind,” Lux said, her voice still wary. “You’re sure you’re okay to take her?” Ekko nodded, his expression calm but serious. “I’ve got her. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Lux hesitated for another beat before sighing. “Alright. Just… take care of her, okay? She’s been through a lot.” “I know,” Ekko said softly, adjusting his grip on Jinx as he guided her toward the exit. As they stepped out into the cool Manhattan night, the air hit Jinx like a slap to the face. She stirred in Ekko’s arms, groaning as the streetlights blurred into streaks of gold and white. Her legs wobbled beneath her, but Ekko kept her upright, his grip firm and unyielding. “Leave me alone,” she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion and intoxication. “Don’t need… your help.” Ekko sighed, glancing down at her with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. “Yeah, well, too bad. You’re stuck with me for now.” Jinx groaned again, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, the alcohol making it hard to focus. But through the haze, one question burned at the back of her mind. “Why’re you here?” she slurred, her words barely coherent. “Why… now?” Ekko didn’t answer right away. He guided her down the street, the noise of the city fading into the background as they moved through quieter blocks. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady. “Because I never stopped looking out for you,” he said quietly. “Even when you pushed me away.”  Jinx didn’t respond. Her mind was too clouded to process his words, and the warmth of his voice mixed with the cool night air lulled her into a half-conscious daze.  As they reached her dorm building, Ekko shifted her weight, balancing her against the railing while he fished for her keycard in her pocket. “I’m going to get you inside, and you’re going to sleep this off,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. Jinx blinked slowly, her gaze drifting up to meet his. Her vision was blurry, her thoughts muddled, but in that hazy moment, she saw him clearly—not the boy she once knew, not the academic rival she fought tooth and nail against, but someone steady. Familiar. Someone who had been there all along, even when she tried to push him away. Ekko didn’t speak as he unlocked the door to her dorm building and guided her inside, keeping a firm grip on her arm to steady her. Jinx swayed, her legs unsteady beneath her, and the cool air of the lobby hit her like a slap. She barely made it a few steps before she spotted a trash can by the elevators. Without warning, she stumbled forward, collapsing over the can as her body heaved. The alcohol she’d downed throughout the night came rushing back up, and she retched, her shoulders trembling with each painful heave. Ekko didn’t flinch. He crouched beside her, one hand rubbing gentle circles on her back as she hurled into the trash can. His touch was steady, grounding her through the worst of it. He didn’t say anything, didn’t grimace or look away. He just stayed by her side, his quiet presence more comforting than she cared to admit. When she finally stopped, Jinx wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, groaning softly. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her makeup was smeared across her cheeks, but she didn’t seem to care. She leaned heavily against the wall, her head lolling to the side. Ekko stood and offered her a hand. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let’s get you upstairs.” She took his hand without protest, letting him pull her to her feet. The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and Ekko guided her inside. Jinx swayed against the elevator wall, her head resting on the cool metal as she murmured, “My room is 444…” Ekko pressed the button for the fourth floor, his hand never leaving her arm to keep her steady. As the elevator hummed upward, Jinx glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry I ruined your night,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Ekko looked at her, his expression softening. “You didn’t ruin my night.” Jinx scoffed, her lips twitching into a bitter smile. “Yeah, right.” “I’m serious,” Ekko said as the elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor. He guided her down the hall, searching for her room number. “I wanted to leave anyway. I’m a heavyweight—had way too much time to sober up. I wasn’t feeling it.” Jinx chuckled quietly, though it sounded more like a soft hiccup. “A heavyweight, huh? Look at you, all grown up.” Ekko smiled faintly as they reached her door. He fished for her key out of her jacket pocket, using it to unlock the door. The lock clicked open, and he pushed the door wide, flipping on the light as they stepped inside. Her dorm room was small but cozy, filled with mismatched furniture, posters of punk bands, and half-finished gadgets scattered across her desk. There was a corkboard on the wall covered in photos—some of her and Lux, others of random moments around the city. Her bed was lofted high, with a pile of blankets and pillows haphazardly thrown on top. Next to the bed, her desk was cluttered with notes, wires, and tools from whatever project she’d been working on before Lux dragged her out for the night. Ekko helped her inside, guiding her toward the bed. Jinx collapsed onto the desk chair, her head falling into her hands. Her whole body ached, her head spun, and exhaustion pulled at her like a weight.  Ekko glanced around the room before opening one of her drawers, searching for something more comfortable for her to sleep in. He pulled out a pair of soft cotton shorts and handed them to her. “Here,” he said. “Change into these. You’ll feel better.” Jinx took the shorts with a groggy nod but made no move to get up. Instead, she leaned back in the chair, kicking off her boots with a lazy thud. “Thanks, Mom,” she mumbled with a smirk, her words slurred. Ekko chuckled. “Come on. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and—” Before he could finish, Jinx stood up and, without a second thought, unbuttoned her jeans right in front of him. In one fluid motion, she shoved them down her legs and kicked them aside, leaving her standing in her lace-trimmed underwear. She tugged on the shorts he’d given her, pulling them up without a hint of self-consciousness. Ekko’s face went red as he immediately turned away, his eyes wide with panic. “Jinx! Jesus—give me a warning!” Jinx blinked at him, confused. “What? It’s just underwear.” “Yeah, but—” Ekko stammered, keeping his back to her and covering his face with his hand. “You could’ve waited until I left the room.” Jinx snorted, her laugh low and raspy from the night’s events. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. Don’t act like you’ve never seen me in my underwear.” “Yeah, when we were ten,” Ekko muttered, still facing the wall. Jinx rolled her eyes, climbing unsteadily toward her lofted bed. The bed was higher than she anticipated, and she struggled to pull herself up. She grunted with frustration, her arms shaking from exhaustion. “Help,” she murmured, her voice soft. Ekko peeked over his shoulder, sighing when he saw her dangling precariously from the bed frame. “You’re hopeless,” he teased, crossing the room to lift her up. His hands settled on her waist as he boosted her into the bed, his grip firm but careful. Jinx collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, burying herself under the blankets. She peeked out from beneath the covers, her blue hair falling in messy strands across her face. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. Ekko pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, tucking her in like he used to when they were kids. “Get some sleep, Jinx.” She blinked up at him, her gaze softening. For a brief moment, the tension between them melted away, replaced by something gentler. Something familiar. “Ekko…” she started, her voice barely audible.  He looked down at her, waiting. “I don’t hate you,” she whispered, her words slurred from exhaustion. “I just… I don’t know what to do with you.” Ekko smiled faintly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “That’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” For a moment, he lingered by her bed, watching as her breathing slowed and her body relaxed under the heavy blankets. Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes finally closed, exhaustion pulling her into a fitful rest. With a quiet sigh, Ekko stepped away and settled into one of the oversized beanbags in the corner of the room, tossing his phone in his hands as he scrolled through messages and aimlessly checked the time. He planned to stay for a little while—just long enough to make sure Jinx wouldn’t wake up sick or try to stumble out of the room in her half-drunken haze. The dorm room was quiet now, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional soft murmur from Jinx. For a moment, it felt like everything was normal—like they were kids again, back in Zaun, when life was messy but still made sense. As the minutes passed, Ekko glanced up to check on her. Jinx was curled under the covers, her breathing steady. He assumed she’d fallen asleep, and he stood to leave quietly, not wanting to overstay his welcome. But as he reached the door, her voice stopped him. “Ekko…”  It was soft and raspy, but it cut through the quiet room like a whisper from the past. He turned, his hand still on the door handle, to see her sitting up in bed. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her forehead in wild strands, and her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with exhaustion and lingering intoxication. “Please don’t leave,” she murmured, her voice barely audible but pleading. She shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Can you… can you sleep here? With me? In the bed?”  Ekko froze, his hand slipping from the door handle as he turned fully to face her. “Jinx…” He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Her lips twitched into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “C’mon,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of that familiar mischievous charm. “It’ll be like the sleepovers we had as kids.”  Ekko’s gaze softened at the memory. He remembered those nights vividly—when they’d pile into the same bed in Vander’s apartment, tucked under mismatched blankets, whispering stories and secrets until they fell asleep. Back then, Jinx—Powder, as she was—would always curl up close to him, seeking comfort and warmth in the chaos of their world. It felt so far away now, another life entirely.  But looking at her now, with that same vulnerable expression, it was like a piece of that past had come back to life.  “You’re drunk,” Ekko said gently, stepping closer. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” Jinx shook her head, her blue hair falling into her face. “I’m not *that* drunk. I know what I’m asking.” Her voice softened, almost breaking. “I just… I don’t want to be alone right now.” Ekko’s heart twisted painfully at her words. He’d never been able to deny her—not when she looked at him like that, raw and open, her walls momentarily lowered.  He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Just for tonight.” A flicker of relief crossed her face as she shifted over, making room for him on the narrow bed. He kicked off his sneakers and climbed up carefully, settling on top of the blankets while she nestled beneath them. The bed was lofted and cramped, but they managed to fit side by side, their shoulders brushing. Jinx tucked herself against him instinctively, resting her head on his shoulder. “See? Not so bad,” she murmured, her voice slurring with exhaustion.  Ekko chuckled softly. “Yeah, not so bad.” For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet filled the space between them, the weight of the past hanging heavily in the air. Jinx’s breathing began to slow, her body relaxing against him, but her fingers still clung to the fabric of his hoodie, as if afraid he’d disappear if she let go. “Ekko…” she whispered again, her voice barely audible in the dark. “Yeah?” “Do you ever think about… what it would’ve been like if things were different?” His chest tightened, and he closed his eyes for a moment. “All the time.” Jinx was silent for a while, her hand tightening around his hoodie. “I miss it,” she said quietly. “Before everything went wrong.” Ekko didn’t respond right away. His mind wandered back to Zaun, to the days when they’d all been together—him, Powder, Vi, Mylo, Claggor. He thought of Vander’s bar, of the fire, of the moment everything shattered. “I miss it too,” he finally said. “But we’re not those kids anymore, Jinx.” “I know,” she murmured, her voice small. “I just… I don’t know who I am without them.” Ekko turned his head, resting his cheek against her hair. “You’re still figuring it out. We both are.” Jinx closed her eyes, her breathing evening out as sleep finally pulled her under. But before she drifted off completely, she whispered one last thing. “Thanks for staying.” Ekko glanced down at her, his expression softening. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. “Always,” he whispered. “I’m always going to be here.”  The city outside continued to hum with life, but in that small dorm room, the world felt quieter. For the first time in years, Jinx wasn’t alone. And neither was Ekko. And for tonight, that was enough.'
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