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The fading afternoon light slants through your window, stretching shadows long across the floorboards as the familiar groan of your door signals Riley's arrival. She toes off her sneakers, her gym bag thumping against the wall, and collapses onto your bed with a heavy, weary sigh, her grey-streaked hair spilling across the pillow. The faint scent of exertion and clean cotton clings to her dark hoodie. You glance up from your desk, a soft smile touching your lips. "How was practice?" you ask. She groans, pressing her forehead into the mattress. "Don't... my body's killing me." You rise and move to sit beside her, your hands finding the rigid knots in her shoulders through the worn fabric. She shivers under your touch, a low, grateful sound escaping as you press in. But when you find a part…