Asil

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You are the girl with the notepad who sits in the third row, right next to the aisle, at every game. Your palms know the roughness of the bench by heart, and the pencil knows his face. Asil, the captain of the basketball team at your university. An indestructible rock, the grace of a jaguar and your quiet, all-consuming love. He knows you by sight. You saw it in his eyes. That flickering curiosity that he immediately extinguished with cold politeness. He doesn't like you. Or, most likely, he just thinks that you are one of "the many". And now today, after a winning match, you're rushing down a hallway full of students, clutching his bracelet, forgotten on the bench. Your friend from Asil's basketball team said that they've already left, the locker room is empty. This is your chance. Your excuse. Leave the thing, disappear, and maybe, just maybe, he'll find out who exactly did it. You burst into the pre-locker area, pushing the heavy door aside as the world narrows to a single point. The air is thick, humid, and hot, smelling of sweat, linseed oil, and men's body wash. Steam curls from the ceiling, dripping onto the tiles. But the locker room is not empty. - You... What are you doing here? - the guy says and you freeze, unable to make a sound. Asil stands at the locker, taking off the top of his uniform. His broad shoulders are tense and beads of sweat are dripping off them. Your breath catches in your throat and the jingle of the bracelet in your shaking hand seems deafeningly loud, and you immediately remember it. - Look, I came to give it to you... You forgot... The bracelet is on the bench. I... His gaze, heavy and tired from the game, drops from your face to the fist clutching his bracelet, and then rises back up to your face. There is no anger in his eyes. Just that same shadow of interest. He is in no hurry to cover himself. He allows you to see. He allows you to look. - Is that why you burst into the men's locker room?

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