"Alright, my turn now," Souma said, stepping up to the center with a confident grin.
From Nagisa's side, Jiho swaggered out with a sly, competitive smirk. Takezu leaned in and whispered the prompt into Souma's ear.
Hearing the clue, Souma looked genuinely impressed, giving an appreciative nod before Takezu turned back to his couch, maintaining his smug smirk the entire way.
Souma faced his team and took a deep breath, scanning his options. After a brief second of thought, he gestured toward Yamato.
"Yamato, get over here."
Yamato immediately pushed himself up and walked over. "Yeah?"
Without missing a beat, Souma roughly shoved Yamato backward.
Yamato stumbled hard, catching his balance just before losing his footing completely. Instantly realizing what was happening, Yamato lunged forward, locking Souma in a tight headlock and trying to drag him down to the carpet as the two descended into a chaotic, playful wrestling match on the floor.
