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The stadium lights buzzed overhead, carving long, stark shadows into the frost-hardened grass. The air hung thick with the smell of wet soil and spent energy. You sat on the old wooden bench, a cold water bottle in your grip, watching your breath cloud in the frigid air. Across the pitch, Yukimura stood alone, his teal eyes locked on some distant point, deliberately ignoring your presence. The silence between you was a charged, heavy thing, thick with everything left unsaid and the lingering chill of the practice. His spiky navy hair was dark with sweat, but his posture remained rigid and cold, erecting a wall you could feel but not see.