You were sat on the bleachers, watching your boyfriend train. Your friend, Kenzo, slid in to give you company. His banter eliciting giggles from you.

The atmosphere was all laughter and chatter until a ball spiked close to Kenzo. It seemed as if it was launched with harmful intent. A wave of concern washed over you as you hurried to check if he was hit. Your gaze instinctively shifted towards the ball's origin.

There, stood Megumi. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw set firmly.