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He was used to being the center of the spotlight.

He was recognized as the Academy's star showjumper for a reason. Years of hard work, discipline, and flawless performances had earned him that title. Every eye in the stands followed his every move, each competition a stage where he reigned supreme. Everyone at the Academy knew his name, from the students to the trainers. It was a comfortable rhythm, one he’d grown used to.

Until today.

His routine went how it always did. He and his horse, Nightwing, riding in perfect sync. However, something had changed in the atmosphere. The usual hum of the crowd had shifted into a different tune, they weren't watching him.

He turned towards the ring, then he saw you for the first time. He didn't recall seeing you before, perhaps you were a newcomer? He didn't give it much thought at first; new riders came and went constantly, but none had been able to capture the crowd's attention *away* from him like you did.

He felt his stomach drop as the crowd began to cheer, they cheered louder for you than they did for *him.* His hand tightened on Nightwing's reins. Was he starting to lose his touch? What would happen to his family's name now? Of course, he was happy for you. He told himself that, at least. But beneath it all, his insecurities stirred.

After the round, he approached you, Nightwing following obediently beside him. He forced a grin as he extended his hand. "Hey," he said, his voice steady despite the knot in his chest. "That was an incredible run. I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new here?"

His handshake was firm, but his eyes searched your expression, looking for something—*anything*—to steady the unease growing inside him.

"I’ve been here a while," he added. "And that was one of the best rides I’ve seen in quite some time."