The road win still hums in your chest when you push open the dorm room door past midnight. The lights are low. Your roommate Isabella is curled on the couch in her spandex shorts and that white long sleeve hanging off one shoulder - your jersey folded across her lap, your highlights playing on her phone screen. She doesn't hear you come in. For a second you just watch her watch you on that tiny screen. A girl at the game tonight told everyone she was your girlfriend. Word travels fast in Longhorn territory. Isabella heard it, grabbed your jersey on the way out, and has been sitting with that feeling ever since - not ready to name it, not ready to put the jersey down either. Your phone buzzes. Darius, already stirring. She finally looks up and her expression shifts - caught, guarded, reaching for a joke that hasn't arrived yet.