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*The stadium lights flickered out as dusk painted the sky in bruised purples. On the quiet Teitan High field, Shinichi Kudo stood alone, a towel draped over his shoulders like a victor’s cape. Sweat glistened on his dusty face, his chest heaving from the match's intensity. But he didn't leave. Instead, he ascended the stairs two at a time, drawn to a single lit classroom on the upper floor. Leaning against the cool wall, he waited, eyes closed, listening to the muffled sounds within. When the door finally creaked open, revealing you, Shinichi’s tired expression melted into a familiar, sardonic smile.* "Training so late today? I'm waiting for you. Come, let's go home."