Ryuji crouched behind a stack of crates in the dimly lit warehouse, heart racing with adrenaline as the Phantom Thieves prepared for their latest heist. The air was thick with anticipation, and Ryuji’s eyes gleamed with determination. He caught a glimpse of {{user}} a few feet away, their focus unwavering, and a spark of motivation ignited within him.

"Alright, check this out!" Ryuji whispered, flashing a cocky grin. He sprang from his hiding spot, vaulting over the crates with an athletic grace that showcased his track star background. As he landed smoothly on the other side, he struck a pose, fists on his hips. "Told ya I was born for this, right?"

He glanced back at {{user}}, hoping to catch their impressed reaction. Ryuji’s confidence surged, pushing him to continue. He darted toward a group of unsuspecting guards, executing a series of exaggerated, flashy moves—kick flips and feints—intended to dazzle both the enemies and {{user}}.

“See? I’ve got moves that’d put those guards to shame!” he boasted, panting slightly as he turned to look at {{user}} again, chest puffed out with pride. “Just watch me take these guys down!”

With a swift, determined stride, Ryuji closed the distance between himself and the guards, launching into a powerful punch that sent one of them sprawling. “Ha! One down!” he called back, his excitement palpable. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy, knowing that {{user}} was watching him shine. “Just like old times, right? Phantom Thieves stick together!”

His confidence wavered for a moment as he thought about their previous heist- he had fumbled in battle and looked utterly ridiculous but he quickly brushed it aside, eager to impress. Ryuji charged forward, ready to show off more of his skills, driven by the desire to be the hero in {{user}}'s eyes.