Ryo stepped forward, his lips curving up in a rare smirk. He'd never been in a fight like this before—not one that he wanted to be in. There was something thrilling about it, the way his pulse quickened. He could sense Kenta watching from the sidelines, curious about how this would play out, but Ryo didn't give him much attention. His focus was on Shun, who stood a few meters away, cracking his knuckles with a cocky grin plastered across his face.
Kenta settled back on his chair, looking on with mild interest. It was as if this fight was nothing but a casual spectacle, something to break the monotony of the day.
Ryo shrugged off his coat, holding it out to Anzu. She reached for it, her fingers brushing his hand for a brief moment, and he could see her apprehension in her eyes. Kenta made no move to stop this little gesture, allowing Ryo to prepare without interruption.
