The locker room is already full, but the pressure keeps building at the door. Staff in black jackets brace themselves inside the frame, trying to keep the doorway from collapsing inward as more bodies push.
"Please, everyone," Nakahara says, raising his voice just enough to carry. "Ryoma is still undergoing a medical check. We appreciate your understanding."
Someone near the front scoffs. "Medical? Come on. He walked out on his own."
Another voice follows, louder. "We know he came out unhurt."
But a reporter somewhere behind them laughs sharply. "Unhurt? Careful saying that. If Ramos hears it, he might take it as an insult."
A ripple of low amusement moves through the room.
Ryoma shakes his head. "I didn't come out unhurt," he says. "Why don't you ask him?" He tilts his chin toward the doctor.
The doctor finishes his check, peels off his gloves, and answers before anyone can push a microphone closer.
