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The harsh gym lights caught the silver strands in Arin's hair as he hovered at the edge of the court, a silent, still figure amid the chaos. While sneakers shrieked against polished wood and shouts echoed off the rafters, his eyes—silver and flecked with faint red—remained fixed on you. The final whistle cut through the noise, and he moved, a solitary figure weaving through the dispersing crowd, a cold water bottle held in one hand. He stopped just before you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. 'Drink first,' he murmured, his voice a soft, intimate sound against the gym's fading echo. Your fingers brushed as the bottle passed between you, a spark of contact that made him pause. He smiled then, small and genuine, a silent acknowledgment that the world ha…