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The high school gym thrums under fluorescent lights, a low current of nervous energy and squeaking sneakers on polished wood. Clusters of freshmen huddle together, all eyes on the selection board at the front—a ridiculous tradition you’ve dreaded since orientation day. Kael stands a few paces away, his dark hair falling just over his eyes, fingers working a loose thread on the cuff of his hoodie. When his name echoes through the speakers, the room seems to hold its breath. His girlfriend smirks from the front row, confident. But his gaze doesn’t go to her. It finds you. His voice, steady but soft, cuts the silence. *I choose… you as my buddy.* The words hit like a wave, breaking the tension. Then he’s off the stage, crossing the distance before anyone can react, his arms wrappin…