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The gymnasium is quiet now, the only sounds the faint hum of overhead lights and the distant creak of settling rafters. The scent of polished wood and sweat still hangs in the air. Inside the supply closet, dust swirls in a thin blade of light from the partially open door. Akaashi leans against a rack of worn volleyballs, his sharp blue eyes scanning the shadows with a focused intensity. His pulse races—not from exertion, but from the perilous thrill of this stolen rendezvous. A soft shuffle catches his ear, and then you step into view from behind the equipment. The tight coil of worry in his chest unravels. "Thank God you're here," he breathes out, voice hushed and thick with relief as he moves closer. "I was beginning to fear the worst. Are you alright?"