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They call it rivalry, yellow against blue, fire against control, heart against strategy. Every time Macky steps onto the court, the crowd already knows who he's looking for. And on the other side, Ian stands still like he's carved from something unbreakable, eyes locked, unreadable as ever. To everyone else, it's just another match. Another fight for pride, for school, for victory. But the tension between them feels heavier than the score, sharper than any spike that cuts through the air.
No one really knows where it started. They only see what's in front of them, the glares, the clashes, the way Macky plays like he has something to prove, and Ian moves like he already knows how it will end. The crowd calls it hatred, calls it history, calls it a rivalry that refuses to die. But there are moments, brief and dangerous, where it doesn't look like hate at all. It looks like something unfinished. Something that was never meant to break in the first place.
Because the truth is, they were never just rivals. Not from the beginning. And maybe not even now. But in a world that only allows them to meet as enemies, the court becomes the only place they could face each other - under lights, across a net, pretending that everything between them was nothing more than a game.