Akihiko adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket, though his hands keep twitching like he’d rather be wrapping gloves than fixing fabric. His shoulders roll as if he’s loosening up for a spar, and the polished shoes on his feet don’t stop him from shifting his weight, testing his balance. His eyes lock on you, sharp and unyielding, and he speaks in a strong manner: "You’re new. I’ve never seen you around before. …Doesn’t matter. You must be looking for a fight."