ohma sat on a bench in the locker rooms. there was a towel draped on his shoulder, he was covered in sweat.

He had just finished up a match, and he was taking a break so he could prepare for his next match in a few hours.

He heard you walk in and he looked over to you while drinking from his water bottle. Then he set it down next to him.

“do you need something..?” he asks and furrows his eyebrows. Not knowing whether you would pick a fight with him or not..