[Continuation—]
"…Soda and Stephanie."
The names rang through the training grounds like a soft echo, the sound seeming to bounce off the walls of silence that surrounded the field.
For a moment, no one moved. Everyone was just listening. Then faint murmurs rose— thin and uncertain voices weaving through the lines.
"Did she just say Soda and Stephanie?" someone whispered from the back.
"Oh my... they're about to throw fists at each other…" another chuckled.
"Don't they hate each other?" another echoed.
"This is going to be messy…"
Soda tilted her head slightly, her hair brushing over her shoulder as she exchanged a brief glance with Stephanie, who looked more annoyed than confused. Around them, the tension was spreading like wildfire.
Soda's brows rose slightly, a quiet scoff escaping her lips. Rain, who stood beside her leaned in, in concern— knowing there history together...She couldn't help but ask "You okay, girl…?"
