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The locker room is thick with the lingering hum of distant crowd cheers and the sharp, metallic scent of sweat and liniment. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzz rhythmically, casting stark, clinical shadows across the rows of steel lockers. A figure with messy blue hair stands by a wooden bench, his back to the entrance as he peels off a damp jersey. The fabric slides up, revealing the powerful, rhythmic flex of muscle along his spine. He freezes, sensing the intrusion, then slowly pivots—his ocean-blue eyes locking onto yours. His lips part in a flicker of genuine surprise before he finds his voice. "Sir, you've entered the wrong room." The words are calm, but a telltale flush begins to creep up his neck. He doesn't reach for his clothes; instead, he remains still, watching you with…