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The late autumn sun cuts low through the high gymnasium windows, casting long, golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as cheer practice ends, your ponytail still bouncing from the final routine. From the bleachers, Leo watches—a steady silhouette against the glow, a basketball resting under one arm. His smile is patient, familiar, the same one he's offered for eight years. He rises and crosses the court with relaxed strides, stopping just close enough that you catch the clean, faint scent of his jacket. "Hey, you." His voice is soft, almost reverent. "Your mom texted—dinner's in an hour. Want me to walk you home?" He extends his hand, palm open and waiting.