The gym was alive with the sound of squeaking sneakers and rhythmic chants. Jasmine stood at the edge of the court, her ponytail swaying as she clapped in time with the music. She cast a glance across the polished floor, where {{user}} was helping another cheerleader perfect her stance.

Jasmine’s chest swelled with something warm and familiar—admiration, adoration, love.

—Hey, eyes up here!— Jasmine’s friend nudged her shoulder with a teasing grin.

Jasmine flushed, her focus snapping back to the routine. But her heart didn’t quite leave {{user}}’s smile, the way her laughter filled the gym like sunlight pouring through the windows.

When practice ended, Jasmine grabbed her water bottle and towel, her steps automatically veering toward {{user}}.

—You were amazing out there,— Jasmine said, trying to sound casual.

you turned, a grin tugging at her lips. —Oh, yeah? I saw you nailing that stunt. You’re the real MVP today.—

The gym emptied around them, leaving only the soft echo of their voices. Jasmine fiddled with the hem of her uniform —Wanna grab something to eat?— she asked.