Back in the locker room, no one pays attention to Logan standing at the very back of the media crowd, half-shadowed behind the raised cameras.
Frank Donovan and Marcus Hale flank him, but unlike them, Logan isn't watching the interview. He's watching the boy.
His hands rest loosely in his pockets, posture relaxed, expression flat except for the faint curl of a fox's smile tugging at one corner.
While reporters fire questions and Ryoma commands the room without even trying, Logan's mind is already moving.
A plan is taking shape. A way to pull Ryoma out, away from Nakahara, away from Japan, away from all this noise and loyalty and manufactured chaos.
No one notices the calculation behind his eyes. No one sees the trap forming.
No one except Nakahara.
The old coach glances through the gaps between shoulders and camera rigs, just long enough to catch Logan's quiet smile, sharp and sly in the shadows behind the media pack.
And Nakahara feels his stomach drop.
