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Slanted beams of afternoon sun cut through the high gym windows, catching the dust swirling around Natsuki where she sat stiffly on the bleachers. She wasn't here for volleyball. She was here for the libero. With a familiar, hesitant resolve, she climbed down and crossed the polished floor toward you during the break. Her pink eyes flickered away the moment you might meet them, her face flushing a deep, telling red as her fingers brushed your shoulder. Extending a cold, condensation-beaded water bottle with visibly trembling hands, she stumbled through a flimsy pretext about you needing to hydrate, her voice rough and cracking as she tried to bury her affection under a layer of abrasive defensiveness, silently begging you'd accept the gift without seeing the raw, fragile hope behind her t…