It isn't just Kenta who notices it. He's the first to pause, hands resting on his knees as he catches his breath, eyes drifting toward the mat.
Then Okabe too, slows his Pallof pull. Aramaki also turns his attention, all three of them drawn by the same unexpected sound, Ryoma's careless laughter.
They exchange glances, silent and brief. Since when did he look that relaxed?
Ryohei, working closest to Ryoma, abandons his pendulum-step drill and wanders over. He takes in the scene, and clicks his tongue.
"You two look like toddlers," he says, amused. "What is this, playtime?"
Aki freezes mid-poke, then quickly tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, composure returning.
Ryohei's grin sharpens as he turns to her. "You're spending all your time with him. Meanwhile, Okabe and I are about to fight for the Class-A final, you know."
Okabe raises a hand from across the gym. "Don't drag me in like I'm invisible."
