Meanwhile, Villanueva's locker room is filled with tension. Alvarez is pinned against the wall, Villanueva's fists twisted tight in his collar, forearm pressing into his chest.
"What did you do?"
His voice is low, but there's no restraint left in it.
"I didn't do anything," Alvarez answers quickly, trying to hold steady under the pressure. "You're reading it wrong."
"A doctor walks in and stops a fight like that," Villanueva snaps, leaning closer. "And I'm supposed to believe that just happens?"
"Hey… calm down," Mendoza steps in, hand on Villanueva's arm. "This isn't helping…"
Villanueva jerks free. "Then let him answer."
"I am answering," Alvarez says, sharper now. "I had nothing to do with that fight."
As the tension spikes, the door suddenly swings open. Kurogane steps in first, Dr. Mizuno just behind him. The shift in presence cuts straight through the room, pulling every eye toward them.
