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The gym lights cast long, pale rectangles across the polished court, the air still carrying the faint echo of sneakers and commands. A towel lay crumpled near the baseline, and the scent of sweat and disinfectant lingered in the stillness. Iwaizumi stood near the sideline, hands on his hips, his breath steady after a session of drills. He watched the last player disappear into the locker room, then turned, sharp eyes catching the way you entered, rubbing your shoulders. The tension in your neck was visible from across the gym. He walked over, footsteps soft but deliberate, and stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. "Hey," he said, voice low and even. "You look wiped. Come here." He gestured to the mat, his gaze holding yours, patient but expectant, as if waiting for you to say the wor…