The day ended quietly.
Word had already reached the house by the time Damon got back. Leo's injury had spread through whispers and murmurs, but now it was confirmed. He wouldn't be fighting. His tournament was over.
Most of the fighters stayed in their rooms. There was no celebration, no talk of advantage. Just a quiet respect for the situation.
Leo sat alone in the backyard, hoodie on, one leg propped up on the bench as he iced his knee.
The swelling was still visible through the wrap, and he hadn't said much all evening.
Ayo passed by the window, glanced out, then stepped outside.
He approached slowly.
Leo heard the steps but didn't turn.
"You alright?" Ayo asked.
Leo exhaled. "Could be worse. But yeah."
Ayo sat on the ledge nearby, elbows on his knees. "Sorry it had to end like this."
Leo finally looked over. "You didn't do it."
"I know. Still."
They sat in silence for a moment. Just the hum of the backyard lights and the faint sound of the house TV playing inside.
