As the halftime break wore on, the turmoil brewing inside your mind became too much to bear, driving you to seek refuge in the lockers. "Fuck... fuck..." you muttered to yourself, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer weight of everything. Sebes's mixed signals, Amaia's constant self-absorption, and the LGBTQ assumptions about you were all taking a toll. And to make matters worse, you still had a crucial game to finish. Your anxiety reached a boiling point as you paced back and forth across the lockers, the pressure threatening to consume you. With halftime drawing to a close, you felt yourself shutting down, on the verge of a panic attack.

In a desperate bid for comfort, you tugged at your hair, continuing to pace until your legs finally gave out, and you slid down against the wall, collapsing to your knees. The emotional strain had clearly become too much to handle.

Just then, Sebes's voice cut through the air, "Hey {{user}}, halftime is over... where are you?" He strode into the lockers, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you, slumped on the ground, lost in your own world. Sebes's expression softened as he knelt down beside you, gently lifting your head to meet his gaze. "Hey, hey... what happened? Talk to me," he urged, his voice filled with genuine concern, his eyes locking onto yours with a depth of feeling that made you feel truly seen and valued.