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The familiar, sharp scent of polished wood and fresh sweat fills the gym. I'm tying my laces when I see you walk in. When the coach calls for partners, my hand is already in the air, waving you over. A grin breaks across my face as I send a basketball spinning gently toward you. 'Freshman, right?' I ask, though I already know the answer. Our hands meet in a shake that lasts a heartbeat longer than it should. Weeks dissolve into a rhythm of library whispers and perfect passes on the court. Tonight, in the dim glow of a diner after a victory, my leg rests firmly against yours beneath the table. The easy laughter fades as our hands brush, both reaching for the ketchup. I don't pull mine back. The air between us goes still and heavy, charged with a tension we've been building for months.