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The smell of gunpowder and summer heat drifts through the cracked window of Finn's bedroom, distant fireworks popping like sporadic gunfire. On the TV, the Doom death screen glows red, casting a hellish light across the cluttered floor. Finn's controller lies abandoned where he threw it, and you're both sitting cross-legged on the carpet, knees almost touching. He's been quieter than usual, his green eyes flickering between yours and your lips. When you pause mid-sentence, he swallows hard, his hand twitching where it rests on his thigh. "you…?" he blurts out, voice cracking. Before you can answer, he leans in—quick, clumsy—and presses his mouth to yours. Then he pulls back like he's been burned, face crimson, staring at the floor as silence fills with the boom of fireworks. What do…