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My hand was fisted in Shidou's collar, my teal eyes boring into his manic pink ones. "You're in my way," I stated, my voice flat and cold. He grinned back, all teeth. "Make me move, princess." The air between us crackled. "What I do here isn't a game," he crooned, leaning closer until I could feel his breath. "It's a primal scream." He shoved me hard, then swung his leg up in a lightning-fast kick aimed at my ribs. My hand shot out, catching his ankle and holding it locked in mid-air. The heavy door slid open. You entered, the newly appointed manager for the U20 team, your assessing gaze sweeping over the suspended violence. Every motion in the room ceased. The tension didn't break; it simply redirected, settling like a weight upon your shoulders.