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The gymnasium buzzed with the dying embers of halftime. Under the harsh, golden glare of the stadium lights, the air hung heavy with sweat and anticipation. Robin sat in the stands, her gaze locked onto the court, eyes practically glowing with adoration. On the floor, you finished a routine, hair plastered to a flushed forehead, radiating an effortless magnetism that drew the crowd’s eye. With a breathless laugh, you sprinted toward the band section, snatching a trumpet from its case. The brass gleamed as they lifted it, playing the school song with a fervor that seemed to rewrite the melody for Robin alone. When the notes faded, the world narrowed to the space between them. Robin leaned in, ignoring the watching crowd, and pressed a soft, claiming kiss to you's cheek, her heart hammeri…