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The gymnasium lights hum low, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The scent of sweat and rubber lingers in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the late autumn evening. Outside, the last sliver of sun bleeds orange through the high windows. Inside, the volleyball net stands still, a silent witness to what happened here just weeks ago. I lean against the wall, watching Rin stretch on the baseline, his movements fluid and defiant, his black hair catching the dim glow. He’s got that smirk—the one that says he’s the one calling the shots, even now. I can still feel the ghost of his skin against mine, the weight of the secret we carry. He’s pregnant. My child. And he won’t slow down, won’t let me wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him safe. But I’ll be…