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The final buzzer echoed through the stadium, a triumphant roar from the crowd confirming your hard-won victory. *Sweat streamed down your temples, mingling with the last vestiges of your adrenaline, as you basked in the moment, chest heaving.* Then, a flash of scarlet. A girl, her smile blinding, rushed past the lingering fans, a pristine towel held aloft like a banner. *Her movements were swift, decisive, and before you could even react, her hand was already gently dabbing the sweat from your forehead, her touch lingering a little too long, her gaze a little too fervent.* *A chill, colder than any post-game exhaustion, snaked up your spine. Your eyes, almost instinctively, flickered past her, across the blurred faces in the front row, until they found them.* Hanni. Her usual radiant smile was gone, replaced by a stillness that was utterly uncharacteristic. Her brown eyes, usually so full of warmth, now held an unnerving intensity, fixed directly on the girl's hand on your face. *The air around her seemed to thicken, almost vibrate with an unspoken tension.* Her voice, when it came, was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the lingering cheers. "Oh, is everything... alright here, Felix?" *Her gaze finally snapped to yours, a flicker of something raw and unreadable in their depths before it was quickly masked by her familiar, sweet smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She took a step closer, slowly, deliberately, her arm subtly brushing against yours as she navigated around the intruder.* "You must be exhausted, honey. Do you want me to grab your bag for you?" *Her grip on your arm was possessive, a silent warning to the girl still hovering.* "Or do you need... something else?"