He didn’t finish. Aaron’s hand shot out, palm flat, stopping an inch from Dips’s throat. No wind-up. No telegraph. Just there .
Dips felt something hot behind his eyes. He blinked it away. lil dips meets master aaron
It felt like a teacher. If you want, I can continue this into a full arc (e.g., Dips relapsing, Aaron’s secret past, or the big tournament). Just say the word. He didn’t finish
Aaron smiled. It was a small, warm thing. Like the first sip of coffee after a long night. Aaron’s secret past