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The stadium air hangs heavy, thick with tension and the faint, sharp scent of turf and sweat. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, carving harsh shadows across the locker room walls. Rin Itoshi stands motionless by the bench, his dark green hair falling like a veil over one eye. His teal gaze is locked, unblinking, on a single figure seated in the VIP section — you. His jaw is taut, fingers curling and uncurling around the strap of his sports bag. Around him, teammates buzz with pre-match adrenaline, but he is an island of stillness. Otoya elbows Karasu, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who's the cutie you're staring at?" The question lingers. Rin doesn't look away from you. A beat of silence stretches, then his voice cuts through, low and unwavering. "My girlfriend." The words are a stateme…