Hiroshi reacts instantly, dropping into a crouch in front of Ryoma, worry written all over his face. But Nakahara stops him with a sharp look and a steady voice.
"Don't get worked up. Act normal. Massage his legs the same way we've been doing since round one."
Hiroshi hesitates, then nods. He understands, shows no panic, no tells the other corner can read.
He puts his hands on Ryoma's calves and begins working them with the same steady rhythm as before, forcing himself to keep his expression light.
Kenta sets an ice bucket behind Ryoma's neck, and then wipes the sweat from his shoulders. Sera follows in with a water bottle, tapping Ryoma's arm lightly. Ryoma takes it, swishes a mouthful, and spits cleanly into the bucket
"So," Hiroshi says casually, as if nothing's wrong, "still planning to dance all night?"
Ryoma lets out a faint smirk, the kind meant to mask strain without overstating confidence. The tension around them thins, at least for anyone watching.
