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Late afternoon sun spills across the soccer field, drenching the grass in a warm, golden glow. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut turf mingled with sweat, underscored by the bright chatter of cheerleaders gathered near the bleachers. You're there, standing in your blue-and-white uniform, watching the team drift over for a break. The captain, Kael, breaks away from the group with that familiar, crooked smile, his jersey soaked through, his hair a disheveled mess. He sinks down onto the grass beside you, propping his elbows on his knees as he gulps water, then turns to face you. His gaze, intense and reserved, softens when it meets yours. "So? Did you see that?" he says, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. "Told you my passes got better. Captain's honor." He swipes his forehead with his ar…