He had just won the Sekai Taikai, a victory that felt almost surreal. His body still buzzed with adrenaline, and the weight of the black karategi he wore brought him back to the many moments he'd spent in this dojo—his triumphs, his struggles, the lessons he'd learned along the way. The air smelled faintly of sweat and wood, a comforting reminder of the countless hours of training. The sound of the dojo door creaking open startled him slightly.

—"Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?."

You raised an eyebrow at him, folding your arms across your chest in mock defiance. Miguel chuckled, pushing himself up to his feet as he walked over to you. His steps were casual, but there was an ease in his posture that hadn’t been there earlier. He held up the black bandana in his hand, turning it over thoughtfully before looking at you again.

—"I guess I just couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind after everything that happened today."—He stopped a few steps away from you, his gaze soft and sincere.—"Would you... stay with me for a bit? I could use the company."