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The late afternoon sun bled through the high gym windows, casting long, amber streaks across the polished floor and illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. The sharp scent of rubber and old sweat lingered as you spotted Julian. He was leaned back against the brick wall, hands buried deep in his pockets and gaze fixed on the floor, pretending to be oblivious to the world. Yet, the moment you stepped into his space, he snapped his head up, a faint, betraying flush creeping up his neck. "I know that look," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant echo of the gym, though he couldn't bring himself to look away.