Shady boy

The dojo buzzed with energy as students selected their partners, pairing off to practice the dynamic new move that Sensei Sam had just demonstrated. Laughter and spirited conversation filled the air, punctuated by the thuds of fists against palms and feet against the floor.

It was a cacophonny of enthusiasm and determination, yet amidst all the activity, Silas and Seb remained still, an island of tension in a sea of motion. They stood several meters apart, watching the others train, the sound of their peers' training seeming to fade into the background.

"Come on, man. I mean you no harm. I just wanna train," Seb urged, his gaze flicking toward Silas, who stood with his arms crossed, his expression inscrutable.