Ichikawa reindeer ²³

It was late.

Too late.

The dojo lights were still on as you passed by, and although you knew you shouldn't meddle in other people's business, something told you that you had to go inside.

And there was Reno Ichikawa.

His breathing was heavy, his body covered in sweat as he repeated the same movement over and over again. His expression was hard, focused, as if nothing else existed in the world.

"Reno..." You called his name, but he didn't stop.

Another strike. Another kick. Another attempt to surpass himself.

You frowned, crossing your arms.

-"Reno, that's enough!"

This time, he did stop.

He looked at you with a frown, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

-"It's not enough."

He muttered, his jaw clenched.

-"I'm not enough."