Ishikawa snorted, thumbing toward himself. “Wouldn’t be the first time he put a boy in the hospital.”

“Shut up, Ishikawa.” I rested a hand on Tomo’s. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, okay?”

“Did you stop drawing again?”

“Katie,” Tomohiro snapped, and I didn’t like the way he said my name. “I can’t talk right now.”

Why? I wondered. The police wouldn’t know what we were talking about. But I was mistaken. Shiori appeared suddenly, dressed in her deep red and tulle. She’d even painted her nails a glittery red to match. She held a white towel in her hands, and she looked past me like I didn’t exist. This was why we couldn’t talk now, not the police.

“Here, Tomo,” she said. “Your towel.”

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing it from her and wiping at his face.

Ishikawa looked as pissed as I felt. “Shiori, could you give him some space?”

“It’s fine,” Tomo said, and I felt my cheeks burn. It wasn’t fine. I didn’t like her being here. I didn’t like her calling him Tomo.

“I think maybe it’s you two who need to give him space,” said Shiori. Her voice was like stone; I’d never heard her sound like that before. “What do you expect to do for him, Satoshi? You want to get Tomo-kun mixed up in the same trouble you’re in?” Ishikawa opened his mouth but said nothing; his eyes burned. He lowered them to the gym floor, and the disappointment stung. Why didn’t he talk back? Tomo didn’t say anything, either. He sat there panting, the towel wrapped around his neck, his fingers twisting and untwisting the water-bottle cap.

So I spoke. “That’s hardly fair, Shiori. You don’t know what happened.”

She looked at me with hard eyes, and for the first time, I truly saw the revulsion there. “All I know is things changed when you got here. Tomo was fine until then.”

Everything froze. A million replies screamed in my head but I couldn’t get them out of my mouth.

“Shiori,” Tomo said.

“It’s true,” she snapped. “You used to be happy, Tomo! You used to joke around all the time when we were together. Now you look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” I thought about how happy they’d looked at the festival, Shiori’s pet goldfish swimming endless circles in that plastic bag. Nowhere to go, just around and around. We can’t be together. We can’t be apart.

“He’s going through a lot right now, okay?” I said, rising to my feet. “You wouldn’t understand.” Shiori was shorter than me, but she stared me down anyway, her hands resting on either side of her pregnant stomach.

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand. You’re a gaijin, Katie, a foreigner. You don’t belong here.” I felt like I’d been slapped. Her voice trembled, rising louder and louder. “You’re making his life miserable, don’t you see that?”

“Shiori!” Tomohiro shouted, and even the police on the other side of the gym looked at the sound of it. Shiori’s cheeks flooded with a red that matched her dress. Her eyes blurred with tears.

“You know what, forget it,” she said, her voice wavering, and she turned to leave the gym.

I don’t know why I followed her. I was pissed off, humiliated, but there was something about her pain that was so familiar. Being alone, being rejected—I couldn’t let her go. I was the reason Tomohiro had stopped answering her calls. I was the reason he’d pulled away.

“Shiori, wait,” I said, meeting her at the doors to the gym. The tears ran down her cheeks now, her mascara started to blur in the corners under her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay? Look, we’re all worried about Tomohiro. He needs all of us right now.”

She blinked, reaching into her purse for her hand towel to dab at her eyes.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she said. “We’ve known each other since we were born. Our moms were best friends. How long have you known him? And you know what’s best for him and I don’t? You’re in the way, Katie, not me.”

She didn’t even know the half of it, how I was causing these violent outbursts of ink.

“Shiori, listen—”

Her voice wavered. “I’m sick of listening. I’m sick of waiting by the phone while he’s out with you. Do you know what I’ve been through for keeping this baby?” Her voice took on an edge to it, sharp and wavering, as she spoke just below Tomo’s hearing. “Do you know what it’s like to enter your homeroom and your desk is missing? To have your textbooks burned in the chemistry room when you’re eating lunch? To have slut and whore and ugly bitch written on your locker in permanent ink?”

My body tingled with numbness. I didn’t know what to say.

Shiori grit her teeth, her eyes flashing. “My phone goes off all night with messages to kill myself. Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry on like that?”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “Shiori, I’m sorry.” I’d had no idea it was that bad. It made me sick to my stomach.

Tears had welled up in her eyes, but she clenched her fists at her sides.

“All I had left was Tomo...and you’ve taken him from me. Leave us alone, Katie. You’ve done nothing but screw up our lives. I’ll take him back.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll make you know what it feels like.”

She turned and pushed through the doors, and I stood there, my body feeling like it would burst in every direction at once. I was horrified, and I was stunned. I shook as I tried to keep it together.

The doors opened again, startling me. It was Jun, his silver earring sparkling in the bright gym lights. His blond highlight clung to his cheek, and his cold eyes gleamed from under the sway of his jagged bangs.

“You okay?” he said.

I nodded, although I was far from fine.

Behind me, I heard Tomohiro’s voice, dark and unfriendly. “Takahashi.” I turned and saw him approaching with Ishikawa. “Get away from Katie.”

Of course; he didn’t know why I looked so upset. He probably thought Jun was threatening me or something.

Jun held up his hands and smiled. “I’m just here to see how you are, Yuu,” he said. “That was a tough last match—you okay?”

“I’ll be better when you leave,” Tomo countered, and Ishikawa grinned, hunching his shoulders as he put his hands in his pockets. I shuddered. He wouldn’t bring his knife to the match, would he? No one was that stupid.

“Easy,” Jun said, nudging his head slightly in the direction of the police. They were watching, two of them muttering to each other. I could imagine what they were saying now. The victims and the suspect, all together, and Tomo threatening Jun once again. “We want to look friendly, right?” Jun was right. We didn’t want them zeroing in on him.

Ishikawa folded his arms and tilted his head back. “Then you better be going.”

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” Jun said. “I saw your little blackout.”

Tomohiro smirked. “None of your business.”

“When it involves Katie, it’s my business.”

Tomo’s eyes lit with fire at the bait. “Stay away from her.”

Jun’s eyes were cold, unforgiving. “What if she doesn’t want me to stay away?”

“You’re dreaming, jackass.” Tomo narrowed his eyes as he breathed deeply, his body shaking with the effort to restrain himself.

Jun smirked. “Oh really? Ask her. She deserves better than a spoiled demon brat who can’t control his power.”

“Fuck you, bakayaro!” Tomo lunged forward and pushed Jun’s chest hard with the palms of his hands. I gasped as Jun stumbled backward, his bangs loosening from behind his ears and fanning across his face. He tilted his chin down, glaring at Tomo as he clenched his fists at the side. Tomo moved toward him again.

“Ochitsuite,” Ishikawa warned, grabbing Tomohiro’s arm. “Calm down.” Tomo yanked his arm out of his friend’s grip and stepped toward Jun.

The police had noticed. Two of them were walking over from the far end of the gym.

I grabbed Tomohiro’s other arm, squeezing myself in front of Jun to put distance between them. “Tomo, take it easy, okay? Did you even notice who started the chanting that broke through to you? Jun saved you out there!”

Tomo’s face twisted like he’d been punched. Then it hit me. Oh god. I’d said Jun instead of Takahashi. Taking Jun’s side while calling him that would be totally humiliating. My body coursed with mortified embarrassment.

“I mean, Takahashi helped you.” I tried to fix it, but it was too late. I couldn’t take it back. It was more than a hit to Tomo’s pride. It meant Jun and I were on friendly terms. He could see that.

Tomo stared at Jun and shifted his weight back and forth, snorting out deep breaths as he restrained himself from fighting.

“Yuuto, the police,” Ishikawa warned quietly.

Tomo stood rigid for a moment, then narrowed his eyes at Jun. He spat, “You’re not worth it.” His shoulder butted against Jun’s as he stormed toward the doors. Ishikawa stared with his still-burning eyes at Jun, but Jun’s were like ice. I couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Next time I’ll pound your face in,” Ishikawa told him, and then he was gone, calling out to Tomohiro as he trailed him out of the gym.

The police had reached us. “Everything okay here?”

“Fine,” Jun said, putting on a fake smile. “Just a disagreement.”

“Pretty loud disagreement. Was he threatening you?”

Jun shrugged. “Kendo matches take a lot out of you. Yuu-san is just exhausted, I know that.”

“Takahashi Jun, the kendo champ, right?” the policeman asked. When Jun nodded, he continued, “How’s that wrist healed up?”

I tensed. Jun could destroy Tomo now.

“Fine,” Jun said. “Can’t believe I was so clumsy to fall down the stairs.”

The policeman frowned. “Hmm. Well, hope to see you compete again soon.”

“Of course,” he answered. The police retreated, and then Jun and I were alone.

Jun tucked his highlights behind his ears and then tried to transition the movement into a subtle hand on my shoulder. I didn’t mind, though—I was too shaken up. “Are you okay?”

Everything was a mess. Maybe Shiori was right—every time I tried, I just screwed up everything.

“I don’t know.” I felt like screaming and crying at the same time. That couldn’t be too healthy. “Why did you say that, Jun?”

His shoulder slipped from my hand and he tugged nervously at his earring. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that. It came out wrong.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jun said. “We could go for coffee?”

I don’t know if he meant it in a friendly way or something more, but I snapped. It was too much.

“Look, can you just give me some space?” I couldn’t stop myself. “Tomo’s my boyfriend, Jun, okay? We’re together. I can’t go for coffee with you.”

I’d overdone it.

“Okay,” Jun said, his voice quiet. “I get it.”

“I need some air,” I said, pushing through the gym doors. What I needed was to find Tomohiro and apologize. What a stupid thing to be sorry for—calling another boy by the wrong name, when I wasn’t even used to such a cultural rule—but I couldn’t leave this mess the way it was.

I twisted through the hallways of Katakou School, feeling guilty I knew the layout so well. I headed into the courtyard, where the crowds were milling in and out from the tournament.

It was easy to spot Tomohiro and Ishikawa in the crowd thanks to their dyed hair. They were outside the gate of the school, turning north toward Ishikawa’s house. I hadn’t missed them, then; I had time to make it right.

“Tomo!” I shouted, but he couldn’t hear me over the crowd. As I pushed my way through, I saw two guys approach them on the street. They didn’t look like kendo spectators. They wore T-shirts and ripped jeans, and one had a gold chain around his neck. The other had a sprawling tattoo on his shoulder, like the one on Ishikawa’s arm.

Oh crap. Yakuza? Here? My mind raced. But they looked too young to be Yakuza, no older than Ishikawa. Maybe they were Yakuza-in-training like him. Whatever they were, their eyes were hard as stone and their fists huge. This couldn’t be good. I inched closer to the gate, scared for them to see me, fighting the urge to run the other way.

The tattooed guy folded his arms across his broad chest. “Well, well,” he said. “The squealer and the freak.”

“He’s not a freak,” Ishikawa said. “And I didn’t squeal.”

“That so?” said Gold Chain. “Why did the police visit you in the hospital, huh? You think we didn’t notice?”

“Hanchi says you haven’t answered the guys’ calls,” added Tattoo. “Sounds like someone’s loyalty’s wavering.”

“I’m still on bed rest, man,” Ishikawa said.

“Looks like it,” said Tattoo.

“Look, let’s just go, Sato, okay?” Tomohiro said. The two of them stepped forward to leave. Gold Chain shoved Ishikawa back roughly, and Tomo tensed.

“What’s the rush?” Gold Chain grinned. “We’re not done talking here, Freak.” He stepped closer to Ishikawa, so that he was just about breathing into his face. “What’d you tell the police, huh, Satoshi? You tell them we shot you? You tell them what you’ve been up to?”