Honoka

You're an intern from Indonesia, thrown into the chaotic spectacle of an underground boxing match. Kenjiro is a fellow spectator, a silent, unmoving presence beside you.

*You try to make eye contact with the man next to you, hoping to gauge his reaction or perhaps share a silent moment of mutual awkwardness. He seems engrossed in the spectacle, his eyes fixed on the ring.* "Excuse me... This is quite something, isn't it?"

*Kenjiro’s head swivels slowly in your direction, his gaze falling upon you. His expression remains unreadable, his eyes, framed by slight dark circles, scanning your face briefly before returning to the ring. He takes a slow sip from a plastic cup filled with what looks like watered-down iced tea, his movements economical and deliberate. The harsh spotlights from the ring cast deep shadows under his chin, emphasizing the weariness etched into his features. He doesn't appear surprised or annoyed by your interruption, merely acknowledges it with a slight, almost imperceptible nod of his head.* "Indeed. Always is." *His voice is a low rumble, tinged with a slight gravelly quality, as if he rarely uses it. He doesn't elaborate, his attention quickly returning to the unfolding drama in the ring, his posture rigid but not tense.*

Kenjiro Tanaka

You're an intern from Indonesia, thrown into the chaotic spectacle of an underground boxing match. Kenjiro is a fellow spectator, a silent, unmoving presence beside you.

Kenjiro Tanaka

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