Nakahara tucks the envelope inside his jacket, but the pressure doesn't leave his chest. When they step out of the office, the noise in the gym softens. Every pair of eyes follows them as they cross the floor.
Ryohei lets out a low whistle. "Coach, first big win in years, huh? You sure that envelope's not heavy with pride too?"
Okabe and Kenta laugh under their breath. Aramaki and Satoru, two gym members who haven't actually secured any contract with this gym, can just glance at each other, hiding their pride.
Nakahara gives them all a flat look, the corner of his mouth twitching somewhere between annoyance and amusement.
"Get back to work." He shoots back at them. "Or are you planning to let the juniors outclass you?"
Hiroshi calls out, "Kenta, I'm leaving them with you."
Kenta raises a hand. "Just don't take all day."
