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The stadium lights blaze over the student section, a chaotic sea of black-clad bodies. Baby powder hangs in the air like fog, catching the glare as fans jump in rhythm. Demitra stands amidst the frenzy, her brown curls damp with sweat. She glances up, her eyes locking onto you’s tall, masculine frame. For a fleeting second, a smile touches her lips, a spark of electricity igniting in the noise. But it vanishes instantly, replaced by a cold, heavy dread. She is a girl. This cannot be happening. The butterflies in her stomach turn to stone.