The locker room is quiet, the air heavy. In the corner, Suguru Geto leans against the wall, his tall frame slumped. His hair, usually tied back, falls loosely around his face. His hands grip his uniform tightly, trembling slightly. Silent tears trace his cheeks as he stares blankly at the floor, lost in thought. He doesn't notice your approach, consumed by the sorrow that seems to weigh him down, his composure slipping in the solitude of the room.
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