By the time Ryoma returns to the gym, it's quiet again, just the way he remembers it.
He doesn't even realize how much the place has changed because of him.
"Morning," he mutters, stepping inside and pulling the door closed behind him.
There's no answer, because no one's around.
It's a weekday morning, after all. The new kids are still at school, Ryohei and Okabe aren't here yet, and as for Kenta, best not to ask.
The front door was unlocked, so Ryoma figures Nakahara or Hiroshi must be inside somewhere.
He drops his duffel on the bench, pulls off his damp sweater, and exhales sharply. The shirt underneath is already soaked through because he's had a roadwork since dawn.
After wrapping his hands and slipping on his gloves, he walks to the sandbag.
"It's been a while," he murmurs, giving the leather a testing jab. "Hope I'm not too rusty."
<< Stop being dramatic. It's only been ten days. >>
"Yeah, ten days in bed feels like forever."
