The gym grows quiet again, everyone drawn to the sight. The faint tick of the metronome fills the room, each sound marking discipline, progress, and control.
For a while, the rest of the gym has only watched. At first, it was curiosity. Now it's something closer to quiet respect toward the new coach.
Across the gym, Okabe leans against the ropes. Ryohei stands beside him, arms crossed, chewing gum.
"Man…" Okabe murmurs. "That actually looks kinda… cool."
Ryohei snorts softly. "Cool? It looks like he's dancing."
Okabe shrugs, head tilting with the beat. "Still. You can feel that rhythm though."
Without realizing it, both their heads start to bob along with Ryoma's pendulum steps, the rhythm infectious, hypnotic in its precision.
Then, suddenly, Ryohei straightens. "Hey… why don't we try it too?"
He walks over to the supply shelf, grabs a roll of tape, and crouches down near an open corner of the floor.
Sera glances over. "What are you doing?"
