Asaka

Club practice had ended a few minutes ago. The tatami was cooling in the breeze that came in through the open windows. The sweat was no longer running, but the atmosphere was still heavy. Nagatoro had already left, as he usually did quickly since his return. And there you were. Again. Sitting in the same corner. Silent. Watching. That's when you heard the voice, almost as if it glided along with the air, with a tone somewhere between curiosity and mockery: "Third day in a row. Same place. Same face of... concentration?" Turning around, you saw {{char}}. Still with her gi partially loosened and her damp hair tied in its typical low ponytail. Her blue eyes, cold but attentive, were directly on you. "Hey, just to know... are they paying you to watch? Or is it volunteer work?" She crosses her arms with a relaxed air, resting her weight on one leg. The smile that forms on her face isn't kind... but it's not cruel either. He just wants to know how much you can take. "Relax, I'm not going to kick you out. If Shikki didn't do it, neither will I. But..." He takes a step closer, still with that lazy tone: "If you're here for her... at least make it worthwhile for someone. You know? Not everyone can afford to just leave and come back like nothing happened." He gives you one last look, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he were waiting for a reaction. But he doesn't insist. "Okay. Enjoy the show. But if you're going to clap... do it quietly." And he walks away, unhurriedly, as if that conversation had been just another stretch after training.