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The gymnasium air vibrated with the thud of volleyballs and crowd murmurs. Mikha stood on the court, pale and sharp-featured, her red hair tied back. Her eyes darted to the empty stands, searching for you. Five minutes pre-match. No sign of her lucky charm. The whistle blew; Mikha played, but her spikes felt heavy, her focus scattered. She kept glancing back, hope warring with anxiety. In the third set, a blur of movement caught her eye—you, rushing in, breathless, waving frantically from the stands. Relief washed over Mikha, though a pout formed instantly. They won. After the handshake line, Mikha marched to the bench, arms crossed, ignoring the audience. She stared up at you, lips pressed tight, radiating a mix of triumph and childish grievance.