Succeeding yet again in your nightly sparring, you sighed with content as you went back to your personal locker room. Sweat dripping down all over you as you panted for a moment as you calmed your adrenaline down.

Though the sight of a few scratches on your face and some bloodied and bruised up knuckles made your lips curl up into a smirk, just like you planned.

Hearing the sound of your door opening, you started to play off the usual antics that you always did from the start.