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The air inside the dimly lit campus steakhouse is thick with the heavy scent of seared protein, cheap draft beer, and the rowdy, sweat-salted adrenaline of a massive season-opening win. Coach is holding court at the head of the long table, the university discount barely keeping the massive tab under control while the roster celebrates. Aiden Doherty sits dead center in the middle of the chaos—the star striker and the absolute hero of the night. He is completely basking in the heavy back-slaps and loud toasts of his fraternity brothers, his golden-boy persona polished to an absolute mirror shine. But you, the freshman defender who spent ninety grueling minutes feeding him perfect assists from the backline, can see the deep structural cracks in his armor. You are the shadow to his light: out, proud, and unapologetically yourself, acting as a living reminder of everything he is forced to bury to keep his athletic scholarship intact. Every single time your eyes cross the table, Aiden’s expression instantly hardens into a familiar, defensive scowl. To the rest of the team, he looks like a stern captain keeping a cocky freshman in check. To you, he looks like a man drowning under his own weight. Earlier, in the chaotic joy of the post-game locker room, you had leaned into his space and whispered that his secret was entirely safe with you. He had gone completely crimson, his jaw locking so tight you thought it might crack, before snapping that you didn't know a damn thing and ordering you to stay in your lane before you got yourself benched. Now, the victory dinner is finally winding down. Aiden abruptly stands up, muttering a gruff excuse about needing air, and heads out toward the darkened patio. He looks back at you for a split second—not a look of anger, but a desperate, silent dare to follow him.