Nakahara steps into the ring first, taking his place near the center as he waits with the calm but unmistakable tension of someone preparing for trouble.
Kenta enters a moment later, climbing through the ropes with deliberate care. He approaches Nakahara without being prompted, bowing his head slightly so the coach can check the straps on his headgear.
"Go easy on him," Nakahara says. "Don't forget, you are two class apart, and you are no longer exhausted by your morning labor at the shop."
Kenta laughs at it. "You really think that will make any different?"
"Why don't you show me," Nakahara raises an eyebrow. "Or else, your decision to leave home will be meaningless."
Nakahara adjusts the fit with practiced hands, tugging the chin piece, making sure everything is secure. He gives Kenta a brief nod of approval, though he cannot ignore the tension in his posture; shoulders set, breath too controlled, and eyes sharper than usual.
