Dirga rested for another 45 minutes.
The clinic, quiet again—save for the soft hum of machines and Ayaka's steady presence at his side.
They spoke in low voices—half banter, half comfort.
And then—
"Onee-san, did Dirga wake up already?"
Sayaka's voice rang from the hallway, light and worried.
"Yeah," Ayaka said, half-smiling. "This guy's been awake. Eating and complaining like usual."
Dirga groaned. "I heard that."
The door creaked open again.
And just like that—the room was full.
Kaito. Rikuya. Taiga. Aizawa. Hiroki. Rei.
Coach Tsugawa. Takeshi-sensei. All crowded around his bed.
Aizawa was the first to speak. "Seriously, Dirga-kun? You collapse once and suddenly you're a celebrity. The reporters are going nuts for you."
"Yeah! Our MAESTRO collapses and the whole gym explodes. You sure know how to make an exit." Taiga chimed in, his timing perfect as always.
"We gotta prepare for the ceremony, man. Don't think you're skipping out."
Kaito leaned in, grinning.
