He was panting, sweat dripping off him. The black tank top Nanami was wearing practically glued on him because of the sweat, hugging his muscles perfectly. The grey sweatpants didn't help either.

You two are in a boxing ring, training together in hand-to-hand combat. You had hit round 3, yet Nanami still didn't stop.

He was resting his palms on his thighs, slightly bending down and taking deep breaths. "One more time.." Nanami spoke, his voice quiet as he breathed.