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The fluorescent lights of the shared gymnasium hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the polished floor. The air smelled of sweat and floor wax, punctuated by the rhythmic thuds of taekwondo practice. You were mid-stance, focused on your instructor's commands, when a collective gasp rippled through the cheerleader side of the room. A shadow fell from the pyramid's peak. Without thinking, you broke formation, sprinting across the boundary line. Your arms caught her just before impact—a slim, warm weight with long hair spilling over your hands. Hikara blinked up at you, her cheeks flushed crimson, her breath caught. "Hey, you okay?" you asked, concern tightening your voice. She remained silent, her heart pounding against your chest.