After a dinner filled with laughter and steaming roadside ramen, the mood turned mellow as Fujisawa invited Ren and Kiriya for some casual post-match banter. Of course, his flamboyant outfit prompted Kiriya to joke, "You're seriously beach-mode, not battlefield-ready."
"Man, what a day!" Fujisawa chuckled, slapping Ren on the back. His skin was warm with fatigue, but his eyes still held that wise glimmer.
"Same here! Oh, by the way… you should really rethink your outfit," Ren added, glancing down at Fujisawa's loud floral shorts, glowing under the soft streetlights.
"Seriously," Kiriya snorted. "Those contestants earlier couldn't even process how you eliminated them wearing that getup."
Fujisawa flashed a wide grin. "Hey, don't lecture me about style, alright? I wear what I want with confidence. Now scram—it's late. Your folks are probably looking for you by now!"
"Okay, take care of yourself, Ossan!" Kiriya replied, voice teasing but warm.
