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The fluorescent lights in the Blue Lock changing room cast a sterile, pale glow, their steady hum the only sound in the tiled space. The air carries a faint, clean scent of sweat and laundry soap. You’re in the middle of tugging your sweater down when the door clicks open. Chigiri steps through, his pink hair shifting with the movement. His eyes sweep the room idly, then stop—dead—on the strip of your bra still exposed. His hand, halfway to his locker handle, goes still. For a stretched second, there’s only the electric buzz overhead and the shock hanging between you. Then his voice cuts the silence, low and thick with disbelief. "H-huh! You're a female all along!?" His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and demanding, waiting for the explanation that must now come.