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Stadium lights bleach the student section into a frenzied silhouette of jumping bodies. Powder hangs in the air, a ghostly haze caught in the glare. Elara stands in the heart of the chaos, her dark curls damp and clinging to her neck. Her eyes lift and find you—your tall, commanding frame a steady point in the madness. For a fractured second, a real smile breaks through, a live wire of connection snapping taut in all the noise. Then it's gone, wiped clean by a wave of cold, clawing panic. She is a girl. This isn't allowed. The flutter in her chest hardens into a lump of lead.