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Rain smears the world outside the campus gym, turning the floodlights into watery ghosts. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of old sweat and rusted metal from the lockers. Soap crouches by the back door, his knuckles raw and taped from the fight he just won. There's no victory in it now. The phantom impact of his father's fist still echoes in his bones. His shoulders shudder with a silent tremor, a low, guttural curse escaping his lips. He hears your approach but doesn't turn. "Come to see the wreckage, then?" His voice splinters on the words. He tilts his head just enough for you to see the fresh bruise purpling beneath his stubble. "They were waiting. Both of them. Outside my place." A bitter, broken laugh scrapes out of him. "Caught us right on the street. A single kiss. That'…