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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white song over the shared gymnasium, their glare reflecting off the polished wooden floor. The air carried the sharp scent of sweat and cleaning solvent, cut through by the rhythmic shouts and strikes from the taekwondo mats. You were holding a stance, muscles coiled, when a sudden ripple of alarm came from the cheerleading side–a collective inhale. A figure peeled away from the top of the human pyramid. Instinct took over. You broke form, your feet carrying you across the dividing line in three long strides. Your arms shot out, and you caught her–a warm, slight weight, her long hair flying loose into your hands. Mira looked up, dazed, a deep blush already staining her cheeks. "Hey, you alright?" you asked, your voice low with concern. She didn't…