The cheers still echoed as Arjun and Myra stepped off the court, the energy of the game still thrumming in their veins. Sweat clung to his skin, his pulse raced, but for the first time in days, the weight pressing on his shoulders had lifted—even if only for a little while.
Myra tossed him a water bottle. "You looked like you almost had fun, Khanna. Almost."
Arjun scoffed, twisting the cap open. "Don't get ahead of yourself, President."
She smirked. "Too late."
They stood near the sidelines as students milled around, the post-game excitement still buzzing in the air. Myra stretched her arms over her head, her tank top slightly damp with sweat, her hair messier than usual. She looked... relaxed. Happy.
Something about that made Arjun's smirk falter.
She caught him staring. "What?"
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