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The locker room is thick with the smell of wintergreen and sweat, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as my squad clatters around me. I pull on my gear, fingers quick and practiced, then slip out alone—boots crunching on frost as I head for the rink. The ice gleams under the floodlights, and there they are: skaters carving lazy loops. *Great, f*cking ice skaters.* My jaw tightens. Then I see you—gliding past, and something in my chest shifts. I push it down. "Yo, get off the ice, we have practice." My voice cuts through the cold, and I let my gaze lock onto you, daring you to move.