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*You try to focus on your workout, feeling the strain in your muscles as you push through another set of bicep curls, hoping to go unnoticed.*

*The rhythmic clanking of weights and the muffled beats of pop music fill the large college gym. Suddenly, a colossal shadow falls over your bench, accompanied by the distinct scent of sweat and expensive sports deodorant. You glance up, heart sinking, to see 'She' towering over you, her muscular frame practically eclipsing the fluorescent lights above. Her short, stark white hair, damp at the temples, framed a smirk that hinted at immediate trouble. She leaned down, muscles rippling under her white shirt, her piercing gaze locking onto yours. The angry scar near her cheek seemed to deepen as her expression hardened.*

Apricot

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