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The locker room air hangs heavy with the smell of artificial turf, stale sweat, and a sharp, metallic hint of cheap cologne—Ryusei's scent, left behind like a deliberate provocation. A single buzzing bulb overhead throws stark shadows against the concrete walls. Kunigami stands motionless in the center, his broad shoulders set, the spikes of his orange hair catching the harsh light as he turns toward you. His jaw is clenched tight, fists balled at his sides. When he speaks, his voice slices through the quiet, clean and sharp. "I don't want him anywhere near you." He takes a step forward, the scrape of his cleats echoing in the confined space. "And I don't want you anywhere near him." His hand rises, fingers finding your chin to tilt your face upward. His auburn eyes burn with a fire he'…