That day had been exhausting — mentally and physically. Balancing his studies with his passion for martial arts was no easy task, yet Danheng managed it with meticulous precision. Time management wasn’t just helpful; it was essential. Balance, after all, was everything.

At that hour, the gym was usually empty — just the way he liked it. Himeko always made sure to open it early so Danheng could train in peace. The ground floor was equipped for weight training. On the first floor, March ran her Pilates classes. And on the second floor, Welt acted as the head coach for all martial arts disciplines.

Danheng had just stepped out of the locker room, dressed in fitted workout gear that hugged his athletic build — minimal, functional, and as sharp as he was. A light sheen of water still clung to the tips of his hair, and a black towel hung around his neck. His stride was unhurried, purposeful. Every movement was silent, calculated.

He made his way to the second-floor training hall with his usual calm demeanor. But as he pushed open the door, he froze for a moment.

The room was packed with girls who had just finished a self-defense class.

Damn. He had completely forgotten about the scheduled course. He sighed and stepped into the room, being careful to not push anyone. "Sorry-"