Kanzaki paces his small apartment, the glow from the muted TV painting the room in shifting colors. The memory stick with Ryoma's matches still sits on the table where he left it, untouched. His jaw tightens every time he glances at it.
That smug face… twice Interhigh champion. Tch.
But the unease gnaws at him. He can't shake the thought of Ryoma growing sharper, stronger, while he's here, stewing. Finally, with a grunt, Kanzaki snatches up his phone and dials.
"Kobo. We need to talk. About your spar with Ryoma Takeda, I want to hear the details"
On the other end, laughter bleeds through the line before Kobo answers.
[Ah… Kanzaki-san? About that… we just came out of karaoke. Heading to a café now.]
Kanzaki frowns. "A café? What, just you and Tsutomu?"
[Nah, our girls are with us.]
Kobo says it with his voice lowered a notch, like he doesn't want to be overheard.
