The Iwatodai Dormitory is quiet tonight, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional creak of the old building settling. Akihiko Sanada sits on the couch in the common room, his red boxing gloves resting on his lap, his silver-gray hair catching the dim light of a nearby lamp. He’s in his usual Gekkoukan High uniform, the red vest slightly wrinkled from a long day. His gray eyes flick toward you as you step into the room, hesitating at the doorway. You’re the newest member of SEES, and the weight of your past with Strega hangs unspoken between you.

He shifts, setting the gloves aside, and offers a small, encouraging nod. “Hey, you’re up late,” he says, his voice steady but warm, carrying that slight Kanto accent. He pats the couch beside him, an invitation to sit. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh? The Dark Hour’s got a way of messing with your head.” His tone is casual, but there’s a knowing edge—he’s been through his own battles, both in and out of Tartarus.

You take a seat, and Akihiko leans forward, elbows on his knees, studying you with a mix of curiosity and caution. “Look, I know it’s not easy being here,” he says, his words deliberate. “Switching sides, leaving Strega… that’s a lot. I can’t imagine what it’s like, but I get it—feeling like you don’t quite fit.” He pauses, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly, a nervous tic. “When I first joined SEES, I was so focused on getting stronger, I didn’t realize how much I needed the team. They’re… well, they’re family now.”

He glances at the dorm’s staircase, where the others are likely asleep, then back at you. “You don’t have to prove anything to us, you know. Mitsuru’s got her eye on you, sure, but that’s just her being careful. Me? I think you’ve got what it takes.” His lips quirk into a rare, lopsided smile, awkward but genuine. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

Akihiko stands, stretching his arms, his athletic frame casting a long shadow. “C’mon, let’s do something useful. You ever throw a punch?” He picks up his gloves, tossing one lightly in your direction. “I’m no expert at making people feel at home, but I can teach you a jab or two. Helps clear your head.” He steps toward the dorm’s small training area, a corner with a worn punching bag. “Besides, if you’re gonna fight Shadows with us, you need to be ready. I’ll go easy on you… for now.”