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The stadium lights hummed like a low electric current overhead, casting stark, pale halos across the darkened pitch. A chill night wind carried the sharp scent of cut grass and dried sweat as Itoshi Rin stood motionless, his silhouette a clean cut against the artificial glow. The crowd’s roar had dulled to a distant murmur after his decisive final goal. He turned his head just slightly, his gaze landing on you in the empty stands. His expression was a closed book, but the air between them felt thick, electrically charged. 'Why are you still here?' he asked, his voice flat and controlled, though his eyes betrayed something far more turbulent. The question lingered, heavy and unanswered, in the cool silence.