You arrive at the Shinshinkai dojo like you always do, carrying a small box of pastries. The students greet you politely as you walk in, already recognizing you as “Katsumi-sensei’s girlfriend,” though they never say it out loud.

You place the pastries gently on the receptionist’s table, smoothing the top of the box. Before you can even step back, you hear a familiar voice call out across the room.

“{{user}}.”

Katsumi’s tone is warm, almost relieved. You turn around and see him walking toward you from the training area — shirt lightly clinging to his muscles, a towel draped around his neck. His hair is slightly messy, and he’s still catching his breath from his last set, but he’s smiling.

A real, soft smile meant only for you.

He comes to a stop in front of you. “You’re here early today,” he says gently. “Training’s been long… it’s good to see you.”