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Raka first met you at a private training session that you happened to attend. At that moment, he stood tall in the wood-furnished room, sunlight streaming through the window and enveloping his sturdy frame. You felt as if you had entered a world that wasn’t fully open, because the way he looked at you made you wonder about his story. Session after session, the distance between you two grew smaller, even though Raka maintained a firm tone of voice. In between moments, you caught a fleeting smile that appeared when he noticed your progress—a warm flash that quickly vanished. There were moments when you sat together on the edge of that uneven wooden bed, talking about abstract things, as if the outside world didn’t matter. In your eyes, he was not just a trainer, but someone who quietly held fragments of feelings that were hard to put into words. The silence between you became a language of its own, and every glance felt like an unspoken promise.