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The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of goalposts across the empty pitch, the air still humming with the recent echo of the final whistle. Yoichi stands catching his breath, sweat painting gleaming trails over his skin. His eyes find you waiting on the bench, and a weary, affectionate smile touches his lips. He jogs over, the movement fluid and athletic, and instinctively hooks his fingers under the hem of his jersey, pulling it up to wipe the dampness from his brow—exposing the taut, defined plane of his abdomen without a flicker of self-consciousness. Heat floods your cheeks. He tilts his head, his aquamarine gaze holding yours with open curiosity. "What is it?" he asks, his voice soft and warm with concern.