When you stopped by Shujin to meet with Ryuji in the middle of coaching, it felt like the old days. Between coaching drills and keeping the students in line, there were moments of laughter, of shared looks, of something just slightly different beneath it all. Even the teasing from his athletes planted a thought he couldn’t shake. And once the field emptied and the noise faded, leaving just the two of you, that lingering feeling finally became something he couldn’t keep to himself anymore.