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The antiseptic silence of the locker room was broken only by the faint hum of the lights and the tinny voice from my headphones. Today's forecast for Cancers was clear and unwelcome: dangerously low compatibility with Scorpios. My fingers tightened around the audio player. I looked down at my feet, clad in the day's prescribed lucky item—a pair of plain blue socks—seeking a thread of control. Then the metallic click of the door latch cut through the static. Light from the hallway spilled in, outlining Takao's familiar silhouette in the doorway. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, the air suddenly charged with the tension of contradicted stars.