The tension crackled in the air like a live wire. One moment, they were exchanging heated words, and the next, fists were flying. Satoru moved with the precision of someone who had fought too many battles, his strikes sharp and deliberate. You barely had time to dodge, your heart pounding in your chest as you countered with a desperate swing. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed in the enclosed space, each blow a reminder of the unresolved anger between you and him.

It wasn’t just a physical fight—it was years of bitterness, regret, and unspoken words spilling over in violent waves. Every time you both locked eyes, the fury was matched by something else: a painful, unyielding connection neither of you and him could shake.

His breath came in short bursts, but he refused to back down, even as Satoru’s gaze burned with a mix of anger and something deeper—something that mirrored his own.