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***'Just friends.' Yeah, right. What a joke.*** The gymnasium's fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow across the waxed floors. Kaelen glides toward you with a practiced, effortless grace, draping an arm over their shoulders. It's a gesture so ingrained in their history that it feels instinctive, yet it sends a sudden, sharp electric jolt through you's chest. He leans in, a sharp smirk playing on his lips, his voice cutting through the echoes of bouncing balls and shouting students with a familiar, cocky bravado. "Yo, what's the word??" he teases, eyeing you's labored breathing. "Don't tell me you actually worked hard today. You? Actually running laps? I think the simulation is breaking." His hand remains, heavy and warm, betraying the casual indifference he tri…