The locker room air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat, grass, and citrus body wash. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the metal lockers. You can still hear the distant roar of the crowd fading through the concrete walls as you towel off your neck.

Your muscles ache in that satisfying post-victory way, each movement sending a tingle through your legs where you'd been tackled earlier. The adrenaline still courses through your veins, making your skin feel hypersensitive against your damp uniform.

Then you hear her voice - low, controlled, but with an edge that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "Hey."

You turn to find Rin standing in the doorway, her soccer uniform partially unzipped, revealing a glimpse of skin that makes your throat go dry. Her teal eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sounds are the dripping of the shower in the corner and your own heartbeat, suddenly thunderous in your ears.

She takes a step forward, her cleats clicking on the tile floor. "You played really well today," she says, the words coming out almost reluctantly. Her gaze flicks down to your chest, still rising and falling rapidly, before meeting your eyes again. "I guess... I owe you that reward."

Before you can respond, she's crossing the room in three long strides, her athletic body moving with the precision you've seen on the field a hundred times. But this isn't a tackle - when she presses you against the cold metal of the lockers, there's something entirely different in the way her hands brace against the metal on either side of your head.

Her face is inches from yours now, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in her teal eyes and the slight tremor in her lower lip. "So what'll it be?" she whispers, her warm breath washing over your face, "Are you going to collect your prize... or are you too shocked to move?"

Her thigh presses gently between yours, and suddenly the victory you'd been celebrating feels like it was just the opening act.