Takuma sat in the dimly lit office, his heart still pounding from the events that had just unfolded. The air in the room felt heavy with expectation, every tick of the clock amplifying the tension. Mr. Tanaka sat behind his desk, silent for a long moment as he rubbed his temples, clearly trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Takuma could feel the weight of the older man's gaze, sharp and piercing, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. He had known this moment was coming—knew that he would have to explain what had happened. But how could he? How could he put into words the surge of power that had erupted from deep within him?

Finally, Mr. Tanaka leaned forward, folding his hands on the desk. His voice was low but firm, carrying an undercurrent of disappointment. "Takuma, I’m not going to sugarcoat this. What you did today… was dangerous. I’ve seen school fights before, but this? This was something else entirely."

Takuma said nothing, his eyes cast downward, trying to rein in the mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He had never wanted to stand out, never wanted to use the strength he had discovered. But in that moment, when Miu and Aya had been in danger, he hadn't been able to hold back.

"Do you realize how serious this could become?" Mr. Tanaka pressed, his tone growing sharper. "If Daichi's parents press charges—if this escalates beyond just school discipline—"

"I had no choice," Takuma interjected, his voice quiet but steady. He met Mr. Tanaka's gaze, his eyes hard. "They were going to hurt Miu. I had to stop them."

Mr. Tanaka sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. His stern expression softened slightly, a hint of understanding flickering across his face. "I don’t doubt your intentions, Takuma. But what worries me is the way you fought back. You were... different. Faster. Stronger than any student I’ve ever seen. And I think you know that."

Takuma’s heart skipped a beat. He knew Mr. Tanaka was sharp, but he hadn’t expected him to notice the extent of his abilities. His hands clenched into fists, memories of the fight flashing through his mind. He hadn’t meant to lose control. He hadn’t meant to reveal just how much strength he truly had.

"I don’t know what’s going on with you," Mr. Tanaka continued, his voice quieter now, almost cautious. "But whatever it is, you need to get it under control. This could ruin your life if it goes unchecked."

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Takuma swallowed hard, nodding, though the knot of anxiety in his chest only tightened. He wanted to explain everything, to tell Mr. Tanaka about the strange power that had been growing inside him ever since he was a child, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

"Here’s what’s going to happen," Mr. Tanaka said, straightening in his seat. "For now, I’m going to give you detention and a suspension from the dojo. It’ll keep the other students safe and give you time to reflect. But Takuma..." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This is your warning. One more incident like this, and I won’t be able to protect you from the consequences."

Takuma stiffened at the words. The threat was clear. He couldn’t afford to slip up again.

"Now go," Mr. Tanaka finished, gesturing toward the door. "We’ll speak more about this next week."

Takuma stood, his body tense as he left the office. The hallway outside was quiet, the low hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as he made his way toward the exit. The cold air hit him the moment he stepped outside, biting at his skin and helping clear his head.

As Takuma walked down the darkened street, his thoughts swirled with uncertainty. The strength he had shown today wasn’t normal—it was something far beyond what any ordinary person should be capable of. He had always known he was different, but today had been a wake-up call. He had crossed a line.

"Takuma!" a voice called out, breaking through his thoughts.

He turned to see Miu running up behind him, her breath coming out in small puffs of air as she hurried to catch up. She looked exhausted, her eyes wide with concern as she fell into step beside him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with worry.

Takuma forced a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah... I’m fine."

Miu’s brow furrowed, clearly not convinced. "You don’t have to pretend with me, Takuma. What happened back there… it wasn’t normal, was it?"

Takuma’s chest tightened at the question. He hadn’t expected her to confront him so directly, but of course she had noticed. She had been right there, watching as he unleashed a strength that no high school student should have. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don’t know what it was," he said finally, his voice low. "I’ve had this… power for a while. But I’ve always kept it under control, kept it hidden. Until today."

Miu’s eyes softened, and she reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "You did what you had to do. You protected us. I don’t care how strong you are, Takuma. You’re still you."

Her words hit him harder than he expected, a warmth spreading through his chest that made the weight of the day feel just a little lighter. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear that—to be reminded that, despite everything, he hadn’t become a monster.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely audible as he looked down at her.

Miu smiled softly, her hand lingering on his arm for a moment longer before she pulled it away. "We’ll figure this out together. I promise."

Takuma nodded, though a part of him still wondered if he could control whatever was inside him. But for now, with Miu by his side, it felt like maybe—just maybe—he wouldn’t have to face it alone.