And just like that, Ryohei's fear melts into a grin. This is perfect, exactly the kind of training he craves.
He's been hitting Okabe's head all week, which is too easy. What he wants the most is someone slippery, elusive, someone who forces him to work his offense.
Ryohei rolls his shoulder, looking excited already.
"Okabe! Ring the bell!"
Tch. Okabe clicks his tongue, but hits it anyway.
Ding!
Ryoma steps to the center, light on his toes. Ryohei opens the dance with his left hand, always his weapon of choice to start a fight.
Knowing he can't throw back, Ryoma keeps his distance. There are so many spaces in the ring, so he just uses it to stay out of Ryohei's reach.
"Coach, this is fine, right?" he asks, sliding out of range.
Nakahara stays silent. He knows Ryohei's speed will keep the pressure on. And besides, Ryoma has nowhere to run.
