The three of them are in the center of the training field, but the boundary is clearly drawn by the dust Satoru and Suguru kick up as they move. They are locked in a fast-paced sparring match, their movements so perfectly synced that they look like they’re dancing, ignoring the fact that {{user}} is standing just a few feet away with her gloves on. Every time she tries to jump into the fray or offer a strike, Satoru uses a flick of his wrist to push her back without even breaking eye contact with Suguru. They aren't even using full techniques, just playing a high-speed game of tag that they’ve decided is for "the strongest" only.

​Suguru catches Satoru’s wrist and they both come to a stop, panting and grinning at each other as if they’ve just shared a secret. When {{user}} walks up and asks to go next, Satoru just wipes sweat from his forehead and tells her that she should probably just practice her forms in the corner so she doesn't get caught in the crossfire. Suguru nods in agreement, already pointing out a mistake Satoru made in his footwork, their conversation immediately diving back into a technical depth that excludes her entirely. They walk off to the water station together, sharing a single bottle and talking about how much faster they've gotten, leaving her alone in the middle of the empty field.