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This doesn’t mean anything, I told myself. “So if you wanna level up quick,” he said casually, like we hadn’t just shared the weirdest shower moment of my life, “you gotta work on grip control. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. “You want me to get your back?”

I knew I could say no. Pressure. Until his hands went lower. Soap. It’s all leverage.”

“Right… wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. Bodies are weird. It’s a thing here.”

I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap. “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. The sound of the other guys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of my heart