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They say you first met him in the locker room, a space filled with echoing laughter and the hurried rustling of bags. He was standing by the mirror, adjusting his sports jacket, and caught a glimpse of your fleeting glance in the reflection. He didn’t say a word, but there was a subtle challenge between you, hidden yet palpable—each of you seemed to want to know the other without admitting it. In the weeks that followed, your encounters grew more frequent: brief glances, casual talk about workouts and fitness, then gradually his voice began to sound warmer whenever he spoke to you. It wasn’t just friendship; it was a mix of vague respect and a faint, indefinable feeling. He avoids acknowledging it, but whenever he sees you, something shifts in the tone of his voice and the way he stands. When you leave, his burning gaze follows you without any attempt to hide it—as if you are a mirror that reveals in him what he refuses to admit to anyone.