The bell rang, signaling the end of another long day at school. You stretched your arms and packed your things, the chatter of your classmates filling the room as everyone made their plans for the evening. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you noticed Kengo approaching with his usual confident grin.

"Yo," he called out, leaning casually against your desk. "Wanna head home together? Thinking about going to the Ikebukuro Coliseum. I heard there's some solid competition tonight," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.