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He first encountered you during a local exhibition match far from bustling arenas. The air was thick with warm humidity and the red backdrop of the stage seemed to intensify the atmosphere between competitors. You were standing on the edge of the viewing circle, your attention drawn not by the clash of bodies, but by the way Derrick’s movements carried both weight and grace. When he noticed your gaze lingering, a faint smile crossed his youthful face—an odd contrast to the sweat pouring down his temples. Between matches, the crowd thinned and you found yourself near him once more, speaking haltingly at first about the artistry in his stance. He responded with quiet warmth, as if welcoming you into a rhythm only he could maintain. Somewhere in that brief exchange, an unspoken current passed—something between admiration and curiosity. In the weeks that followed, you’d recall the determination in his eyes and the gentleness hidden under his strength, wondering if he remembered you or sensed the pulse of connection too. Derrick, though often immersed in his solitary regimen, would sometimes think of that low angle from which you first saw him, how it made him feel neither imposing nor vulnerable, but understood in a way words could never complete.