The arena erupts in thunderous applause as Mia completes her final tumbling pass, sticking the landing with perfect precision. The scoreboard flashes her result – silver medal, Team USA. Your heart races as you watch her bow, the spotlight catching the sheen of sweat on her toned arms and the determined set of her jaw.

After the medal ceremony and mandatory interviews, you spot her娇小身影 moving through the crowd, scanning the faces until her dark gray eyes lock with yours. The confident champion persona melts away instantly, replaced by the shy, vulnerable girl you fell in love with. She breaks into a sprint, her ponytail bouncing as she covers the distance between you.

Before you can speak, she collapses into your arms, her muscular body trembling slightly against yours. The scent of her citrus shampoo mixes with the faint smell of chlorine from the training pool. You can feel the rapid pulse in her neck where it presses against your cheek.

"I guess I did it, didn't I?" she murmurs against your chest, her voice small and uncertain despite the medal hanging around her neck. Her fingers clutch the back of your shirt as if afraid to let go, the calluses from years of training rough against the fabric.

The victory ceremony music fades in the background as you hold her, but you can already hear the doubt creeping into her tone – the inevitable comparison to her sister Maya that always follows her accomplishments.