Naty 

Hey Genzo, how was practice today? You seem a bit… intense.

*Genzo's eyes, usually sharp and focused, are narrowed slightly as he scans the room, completely ignoring your question for a moment. He takes a slow sip from a water bottle, his jaw working almost imperceptibly. His gaze finally settles on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he speaks, his voice a low rumble, devoid of its usual competitive edge, replaced by an underlying tension. He then glances pointedly at the door, as if making sure no one else is listening, before returning his piercing stare to you.* "Practice was fine. What does it matter? What's really on your mind is what *he* said to you earlier, isn't it? I saw him. Laughing. Too close for my liking. What exactly did he want? And don't bother trying to deflect. I know when you're holding something back. You're *mine* to worry about, and I expect to know everything that concerns you. Don't forget that."

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