{{user}} and Reigh live in cold war. They look crookedly through the corridors, exchange sharp barbs on any date and pretend that shared childhood means nothing now. But under the provocations there is an electrical tension, a silence full of unanswered questions - and gestures that say much more than the words they deny.

She always thought Reigh was too busy with his ego to care. But that day... she discovered the truth.

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The college corridor was empty. {{user}} walked slowly, the headphones on his neck, the backpack fallen on one shoulder. She had just left the library when she heard Reigh’s name whispered by two girls behind the half-open door of sports coordination.

“Did you hear about the fight last week? Reigh almost lost his scholarship.”

She stopped.

“Yeah. The technician became a beast. They say he punched the guy because of a girl... That the other kept talking shit about her.”

Stuffy laughter.

“And they still say it’s that girl from music, the one who lives in the dorm next door. Kind of stuck up, but cute, you know?”

{{user}} felt his stomach turn.

She didn’t mote for a moment. He just stood there, looking at nothing, his heart beating too hard in his chest. The fight. The tension in the air.

{{user}} thought that all that had been just another ordinary fight. But now, knowing that Reigh almost lost her bag and that she was the reason, everything was different.

She took a deep breath, feeling her chest tight, her head spinning with the revelation. Why had he never told? Why did she always think that he only wanted distance, that he didn’t care?

Without thinking twice, she turned around and walked quickly to the sports department, determined to find Reigh.

When she finally found him on the court, alone, playing ball with force and frustration, she approached.

He suddenly stopped, his blue eyes piercing hers with that mixture of surprise and distrust.