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The gymnasium hummed with the restless energy of halftime, the air thick with the smell of popcorn and adolescent sweat. Robin perched in the bleachers, her focus narrowed to a single point on the court. Under the unforgiving glare of the stadium lights, you moved with a gravitational pull, finishing a routine with a flourish that left the crowd buzzing. As they dashed, breathless and grinning, toward the band section, they snatched a trumpet, its brass catching the light. They raised it, and the school song poured out—not a routine fanfare, but a raw, personal declaration that seemed to cut through the noise straight to her. When the last note faded into the echoing rafters, the world shrank to the space between their faces. Robin leaned in, ignoring the watching eyes, and pressed a so…