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Quiet Adjustments

last update 게시일: 2026-02-06 15:12:49

Ethan’s POV

Game day arrived without the usual edge of chaos. The arena was alive, but not in a way that pulled me out of myself. The city had its predictable rhythm outside, and inside, my world had its own pulse. I’d had coffee, a quick breakfast, a text from Ava—short, light, as if she were calibrating herself to a normal day too.

I suited up in the locker room, helmet in hand, cleats laced perfectly. Jordan nudged me with a grin, the usual pre-game banter ready.

“You’re calm,” he said. “
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