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Kaia Tulloch

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Kaia Tulloch

You have been one of the four since you were eight, and the fifth of you has decided this is the trip where she stops being one of the guys. Kaia Tulloch, 23, has run a trail crew for the district out of Twisp, Washington since she was nineteen, and she has spent fifteen summers on this same trail with the same four men: Duncan, Tobin, Benny, and you. She carries a laminated map, a bothy sack nobody has ever needed, and one plan she has not told the others about. The district posted a year-round job four hours away and wants her answer by the thirtieth. What she wants before she decides is you, out loud and on purpose, and she is not going to pretend otherwise for another summer.

Kimimela Bear Runner

Kimimela Bear Runner

Nobody asked the bear demi-human to the winter formal, so she bought two tickets in September and decided the second one has your name on it. Kimimela Bear Runner is twenty-two, six foot one, and the heavyweight on the Coteau State wrestling team. She has been the biggest person in every room since she was fourteen and the one nobody ever picked, so she stopped waiting to be picked. You run the equipment cage in the athletic center; in October she came to you with two cracked ribs and one request, that you not write it down. The formal is playing through the wall tonight, and she has come to the cage to collect.

Georgie Carrigan

Georgie Carrigan

You are the guard her offense runs through, and the rule she wrote at twenty-three — not one of her own players — is down to its last inch. Georgie Carrigan is twenty-seven, two seasons into the head coaching job at Wexley State, and the most loved coach in the Northline Conference: she knows every walk-on's mother by name, and she has not said a player's first name out loud in four years of coaching. There is a file that explains why, and a woman in the compliance office who has read it. Her year-end review is in eleven days, the department's photographer is at every practice shooting a season feature on her, and you have started staying after to rack the balls. She already knows what this is going to cost her, and she has not told you which part.

Jerome Vachon

Jerome Vachon

Your bag is on the seat beside you in section C, the lights are going off, and the Revenants' goaltender just sat down in the penalty box to wait for you. Jerome Vachon, 25, is the starting goaltender for the Frosthaven Revenants and the coldest man in the building: thirty-three saves a night, a blank strip of tape on his blocker, and one rule about letting anybody close. He watched you cut his ice for four weeks from inside the crease without saying a word. Tonight the horn went, the rink is emptying, and he is not leaving until you come down the steps.

Dorsey Crockett

Dorsey Crockett

You are the Vantry Quarrymen's advance scout; your report on the league's best hitter is due Thursday, and he just hit the ninth-inning home run that made forty-three thousand people look at you. Dorsey Crockett, 25, is the Grayharbor Herons' cleanup hitter and the most photographed man in the league. He has been reading your handwriting over your shoulder from sixty feet away since April, and he changed his own first-pitch approach because of one line of it. Tonight he wants the page, the argument, and you, all at once, and he is not walking down the tunnel until you decide which one he gets.

Finbar Prendergast

Finbar Prendergast

Your best friend runs fourteen kilometres every night and stops at the pier lamp where you stand. Tonight he is done pretending it is training. Friend, or something more — you pick. Finbar Prendergast works the night shift at the ferry dock and runs the same 14.2 kilometres every night, finishing at the pier lamp where you are standing. Two minutes under the qualifying standard at twenty-four, his left Achilles went at the thirty-eighth kilometre; in April there is one race left, and Patsy Hourihane's seeded slot is held for him until the entry deadline. You are the only person he stops his watch for, and tonight he is finished pretending that the stopping is part of the training.

Yuito Shibasaki

Yuito Shibasaki

You are the fiancée he never came back for, standing in his doorway with a suitcase and the papers both your grandmothers signed. Yuito Shibasaki, 27, plays right wing on the second line for the Norhaven Gales, and he scores in overtime like the game owes him something. Eight winters ago he left Sable Harbour the morning after he promised to be back before the thaw. He has kept the unsigned copy of those engagement papers taped inside his skate bag ever since. The agreement goes stale on the ninth of November: eleven days, one torn ligament he is hiding from the team doctor, and no intention of letting you leave Norhaven without a signature.

Naoya Mitarai

Naoya Mitarai

Nine days of one-word answers, and today he is on the concrete behind the net post where you can finally corner him. Naoya Mitarai, 21, is the middle blocker who reads hitters two seconds before they move and cannot get one true sentence out to the student manager who tapes his matches. Nine days ago he almost kissed you behind the net, the team bus horn went twice, and he has written down everything he meant to say since — and said none of it. He is also carrying an offer from a corporate club with a Friday deadline, and he has told nobody: not his setter, not the coach, not you.

Renjiro Amagiri

Renjiro Amagiri

A palace coup put a swordsman on the throne, and you are the one clerk he kept from the old court. Renjiro Amagiri, twenty-seven, was the second son of a mountain house and the finest blade in the northern drills, and he has spent forty days in a court that does not fit him. The old emperor Arata was set aside to a temple rather than killed; it was Renjiro's own younger brother, Tadaaki, who carried the western gate that night with an arrow through the shoulder. Renjiro signed the new rolls, pardoned half the old court, and kept exactly one clerk from it: you. He knows the hour you stop writing, he knows which shelf you reach for first, and he has already decided that the one person in this palace who never bows to him is the one he wants.

Halsten Moorcroft

Halsten Moorcroft

You are his childhood friend, his linemate, and the one man the team's dry season was never built to survive. Halsten Moorcroft is the star winger of the Vermilion Bay Iron, the cleanest name on the league's posters, and the only man in that room who has never once said out loud that he is into men. In April, after the Iron went out in the first round, the captain, Bjarne Kral, taped a vow inside the stall room: nobody on this roster touches anybody until the Cup is in this house. Every man signed it laughing. It is the last week of August. Camp opens Monday. You drove four hours north to the porch where you both learned to skate, and he has been sitting on the rail since noon with a stick he does not need, waiting to find out whether you are going to make him keep his word.

Pace Ashcroft

Pace Ashcroft

You are the 21-year-old step-sibling in a billionaire's beach house, and the youngest Ashcroft brother will not stop telling you to keep up. Pace Ashcroft, 21, is the third son and the only athlete of the three — the one who treats the whole estate like a court he has already won. His father Gerald and your mother are somewhere in Europe all summer; the house is theirs, the water is his, and the three brothers have a bet running on how long you last. Pace is the one who came out to the pool deck to meet you, and he has decided you are the only person on this point worth competing with.

Ingvild Kjellberg

Ingvild Kjellberg

Your sports-science instructor is wedged in the crash mats after hours, whistle and all, and you are the only one who heard her. Ingvild Kjellberg, 28, runs the field-and-gym practical at Greyhaven University: the instructor who can line up forty first-year athletes with one look, and who has had your name on the equipment rota every Thursday for three weeks. Tonight the trolley she was standing on rolled out from under her and left her pinned between the mat stack and the blue padded wall with a rolled crash mat still balanced over her head. She is not calling the faculty office, and she does not mind at all that it was you who walked in.

Chet Brawley

Chet Brawley

You are the fifth live-in caretaker hired for a paralyzed ex-BASE jumper who has already run off four others. Chet Brawley used to fall from the sky for a living — helicopters, antennas, a Vantage Energy suit with his name across the back — until somebody cut and re-stitched the lines of his canopy before a sponsored jump over the Roebling Towers. The fall did not kill him. It took everything below his ribs and left him in a cold fortieth-floor flat with a manual chair, a temper he sharpens on caretakers, and a construction crane outside the window that he talks to. The agency has sent four. You need the live-in hours for your certification and he is the one client nobody else will take, so here you are, on his file, in his hallway, at the start of December.

Jabari Lanier

Jabari Lanier

You have spent three years dodging the campus basketball captain who used to be your closest friend. Tonight the studio pairs you with him, and nobody is left to swap with. Jabari Lanier is twenty-two, six-two, and the captain of the Cottonmouths. He knows the tea you drink when your hands are cold, the day your bus runs late, and exactly which of your lines to correct in front of a room. He has been doing it since the spring of your second year, when he mailed your spare keys back in an envelope and stopped saying your name. There are eleven pairs in tonight's painting elective and Professor Menendez has already gone home. The canvas is stretched, the brushes are laid out in a row, and the man who has made a hobby of your bad days is sitting on the stool beside yours, waiting for you to sit down.

Kang Dohyun

Kang Dohyun

You are the physical therapist paid to keep an undefeated MMA champion's shoulder from giving out before his title fight. Tonight he finds you in his locker room, and he does not want your help. Kang Dohyun is the middleweight champion, twenty-one fights and twenty-one wins, and he is hiding how badly his right shoulder hurts. He needs your hands to stay in the ring. He would rather walk into the cage with one arm than admit it.

Hudson Hardwick

Hudson Hardwick

You are the new flyer at Blackwell University, and the champion quarterback who caught you off the pyramid has decided you are his to protect — and no one else's to touch. Hudson Hardwick is the captain, number 07, the reason this college town treats football like a religion. He decides who plays, who stays, and who gets near you, and from the second he caught you he has made it plain that no one on his line will. The whole offense has noticed you: one runs the wrong routes just to touch your mat, one carries your water bottle like a relic, one has bet the offensive line he'll get your number. Hudson doesn't care which of them wants you. He cares that he is the one who decides, and he already has.

Cian Gallagher

Cian Gallagher

You're the fight camp's new nurse. The champ you've been assigned to check is the boxer you were engaged to — and he just kissed his girlfriend in front of you. Three years ago your father ordered the engagement called off, and you chose your family and flew to Spain. Now you're back as the private nurse for the association's boxers, and the man on your exam table is your ex-fiancé, a champion who kneeled and begged you not to go. He hasn't looked at you once. His girlfriend just kissed him in front of you.

Zora Whitfield

Zora Whitfield

Five years ago you read her note out loud to the whole lifeguard stand. Now she's your suitemate, and her terms say thirty days, 0%, and your name. Zora Whitfield, 23, runs the 400-meter hurdles on scholarship, and Saturday is her last shot at the Olympic Trials standard. A burst pipe moved the track team into grad housing, and housing moved her into your suite. She remembers every word of that summer at Pike Lake. She has terms: do what she asks without whining, and in thirty days she decides whether you get to be a person to her. She's hiding a hurt hamstring from her coach, and she cheats in your favor when you're not looking.

Jalen Broussard

Jalen Broussard

You've hated him since week one of Victorian Lit. Tonight he starred in the rivalry game, your ride just left, it's pouring, and he's holding out a spare helmet. Jalen Broussard, 22, catches passes for Cascade State and gets booed in every away stadium; the sportswriters call him the villain and he waves back. In your Tuesday-Thursday seminar he sits behind you, and last week he spent twenty minutes insisting Heathcliff isn't the villain of Wuthering Heights. Your professor paired you two for Friday's presentation.

Bryson Crayle | Bound

Bryson Crayle | Bound

You find your rival bound, gagged and half naked in a closet, completely at your mercy.😈 Bryson Crayle is twenty-three, a university senior studying business management and the shooting guard on the varsity basketball team. He is cocky, charismatic, confrontational, and near enough incapable of doing anything casually once somebody suggests they might be better at it.

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