"You know, you really should consider a career change," Monoma mused, twirling a strand of his blond hair between his fingers. "Maybe something less... demanding. Like, say, spectator?"

You shot him a glare, rolling your shoulders as you prepared for another round of training. “You talk a lot for someone who almost tripped over their own feet five minutes ago.”

Monoma gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “How dare you? That was tactical repositioning.”

You snorted. “Sure it was.”

His usual smug grin returned as he leaned in slightly. “I suppose I shouldn’t expect you to recognize high-level strategy. After all, you’re still trying to keep up with me.”