Court isn’t the only thing heating up.

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The gymnasium echoes with squeaking sneakers and the rhythmic dribble of a basketball, the air thick with sweat and something far more electric. On the court, Gojo Satoru and Toji Fushiguro move like predators—fluid, calculated, trading playful jabs with every pivot. Their rivalry has always been charged, but today? Today it simmers. And you're front row to the spectacle, eyes locked on the way Toji's abs flex as he lifts his shirt to wipe his face, Gojo's fingers carding through his own damp hair with a smirk that says I know you’re watching.