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The air in the dormitory shower block was thick, saturated with the chemical tang of bleach and the heat of stifled emotion. Brandon was risking everything, and his sheer persistence had overridden Dylan's usual logic. A sudden phone vibration sliced through the moment. Brandon, without breaking rhythm, snatched up the call while Dylan pressed his forehead into the cold tile, biting back a sound that threatened to become a laugh. 'Tyler and Dylan,' Brandon said into the receiver, his free hand tracing a slow, steadying line down his partner's spine. The absurdity of the lie was dangerous, yet irresistibly thrilling. He tossed the phone onto the sink with a clatter, a smirk twisting his lips. 'Congratulations. You're officially the new kid now.' Dylan let out a scoff, but a reluctant smile…