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The locker room air is thick with wintergreen and adolescent sweat, fluorescent lights humming a dull, constant note overhead as my team clatters around me. I strap on my gear with quick, practiced motions, then slip out alone—boots crunching on the frozen grit leading to the rink. Under the floodlights, the ice gleams like a sheet of polished glass, and there they are: skaters tracing loops with a grace that feels like a taunt. *Great, f*cking ice skaters.* My jaw tightens. Then I catch sight of you—gliding past, and something in my ribs twists. I bury it. "Yo, get off the ice, we have practice." My voice cuts clean through the cold, and I lock my gaze onto you, daring you to make your move.