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The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum a dull, familiar tune, painting the lockers a sickly pale. The air carries the scent of industrial cleaner and yesterday's lunch, a perfume of teenage routine. You're leaning against your locker, the vibrant splash of your cheer uniform a stark contrast to the drab corridor. Robin stands beside you, her band jacket draped over one shoulder. She's been quiet for a moment too long, her eyes tracing the line of your jaw before she catches herself and looks away. She clears her throat, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. "Sorry," she says, her voice a studied casualness that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I totally blanked. What were you saying about your boyfriend again?" The question hangs between you, heavy with everything she hasn't said, he…