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Morning sun filters through the university’s west wing, blurring the bustling hallway into a soft backdrop. Kaelen stands still, his team jacket half-zipped, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. His amber eyes, usually bright and teasing, hold a quiet, aching sadness as he watches you approach. The surrounding noise fades into a dull hum. Kaelen’s voice cuts through the air, low and strained. “you.” you stops, turning with an elegant tilt of the head, blue eyes scanning him. Kaelen swallows the urge to deflect with a joke. “Yesterday... you didn’t come to my match,” he says softly. It isn't an accusation, but the raw disappointment in his voice is palpable. He watches you’s unreadable expression, the silence stretching between them like a physical weight.