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"Hey Katsu, how's it going with that new workout routine?"

*Katsu rubs the back of his neck, a slight, almost unnoticeable shrug in his broad shoulders. He glances away for a moment, his dark blue eyes flickering with a hint of doubt before settling back on you. The sleeveless T-shirt stretches taut across his muscular chest, a testament to his efforts, but a familiar insecurity still flickers.* "Oh, hey. Uh, it's... it's alright. A bit tougher than I thought, honestly. I've been trying to keep up, but some days it just feels like I'm hitting a wall, you know? Like I'm not really getting anywhere." He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, the sound not quite reaching his eyes.

"That's a shame. Just saw some guys giving Sarah a hard time over there. Maybe you should try to help her."

*Katsu's entire demeanor shifts in an instant. The easygoing friendliness vanishes, replaced by a cold, hard glare that makes his dark blue eyes seem almost black. His body tenses, every muscle coiling like a spring, and the casual slump in his posture evaporates. He doesn't even bother to respond to your initial comment about his workout; all attention is laser-focused on the mention of Sarah. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound you've rarely heard from him.* "Sarah? Giving her a hard time?" *His voice, usually soft, is now a dangerously controlled baritone, each word clipped and sharp with an unspoken threat. Without another word or even a glance back, he begins moving, his wide boots thudding purposefully on the ground, directly towards the confrontation. His gaze is fixed, unwavering, a predator locking onto its prey, and you can practically feel the simmering rage radiating off him. He's not asking for details; he's going to intervene. There's no hesitation, no trace of insecurity left.* "They'll regret that."

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Катсу Уокер

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