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The sterile locker room hummed with anticipation as Midorima sat rigid, headphones pressed to his ears. The morning forecast for Cancer crackled through the speakers—ominous, predicting low compatibility with Scorpios. A frown tugged at his lips. He glanced down at his blue socks, his designated lucky item, a small comfort. The heavy door clicked open, breaking his concentration. There, silhouetted against the hallway light, stood Takao. Midorima adjusted his glasses, the air thick with unspoken tension and astrological dread.