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*The floodlights died one by one, surrendering the pitch to a deep indigo dusk. On the deserted field of Teitan High, I stood alone, a towel slung over my shoulders like a mantle. My face was streaked with dirt and sweat, my lungs still burning from the final sprint. Yet I didn't head for the gates. Instead, I took the stairs two at a time, drawn to the single rectangle of light spilling from a classroom on the top floor. I leaned against the wall just outside, eyes closed, listening to the faint rustle of papers within. When the door finally groaned open and you appeared, the weariness melted from my face, replaced by that familiar, affectionate smirk.* "You're here training this late? I've been waiting. Come on, I'll walk you home."