The dorm felt too quiet. Too calm.
Daika leaned against the wall, towel slung loose around her neck, still damp from training. Her teammates bustled about in the background...laughing, gossiping, scrolling through their phones. But her attention was elsewhere. Always elsewhere.
Her eyes tracked the door like a predator stalking prey. She didn't miss it when Rika slipped out with Kana, their whispers soft, their steps quick. Like they were sneaking. Like they thought she wouldn't notice.
Her jaw ticked.
Kana's laugh carried faintly through the hallway, a light, melodic sound that grated in Daika's ears like nails on glass. Rika followed, clutching her bag nervously, eyes darting in every direction except hers. Like a thief caught stealing from the wrong house.
And Daika hated it.
No....she didn't just hate it. She burned.
