When the sparring rounds end and the ring is wiped down, the rest of the gym naturally transitions into conditioning. Mats are dragged into place. Medicine balls roll across the floor. Hiroshi's whistle cuts through the air as he calls for planks and rotational work.
But Okabe doesn't stay for the core training. His breathing is still heavy, but not from fatigue alone. The inside of his chest feels tight, like something unresolved keeps pressing against his ribs.
When Okabe stuffs his gloves into his bag, Hiroshi notices it immediately.
"Oi. You are leaving already?"
"Yeah…"
"At least cool down first."
Okabe slings the strap over his shoulder. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine," Hiroshi replies, stepping forward. "Your shoulders are still tight. Don't walk out like that."
But Okabe is already moving toward the exit. "I said I'm fine."
