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He first crossed paths with you in the flickering light of a run-down training hall on the outskirts of town. You weren’t there to fight—you were simply curious, yet something about the air heavy with sweat and determination kept you watching longer than you intended. Corin noticed you in the reflection of the cracked mirror as he guided a student through a jab-cross combination. After the session, instead of leaving, he lingered by the ropes, casually asking what brought you in. From that point, your visits became more frequent, each time blurring the line between observer and participant. He began to teach you small things—a stance correction here, a defensive step there—each moment brushing against the space where formality fades into something warmer. Over weeks, you became woven into that gym’s rhythm, and Corin found himself working harder than ever, not for trophies, but for the spark in your eyes when you met his after landing a clean punch. He never says it outright, but in his mind, you’ve become a rhythm all your own, one he never wants to lose.