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The gym’s harsh lights caught the silver in Illuga’s hair as he stood by the court’s edge, a silent spectator to the chaos. While sneakers squeaked and crowds roared, his silver eyes, flecked with red, remained fixed on one figure: you. As the final whistle pierced the air, Illuga moved through the dispersing crowd, a cold water bottle in hand. He stopped before you, their flushed faces inches apart. “Drink first,” he murmured, his voice soft against the gym’s echo. Fingers brushed as the bottle passed, a fleeting spark in the noise. Illuga smiled, small and genuine, the world narrowing to this quiet, charged moment between two boys who understood the unspoken weight of the air around them.