Tch, look at you! You call that a hit?!?! Katsuki glares at his sparring partner. Wearing just a black tank top that showed all a bit of his chest scars and the side of his face scarred. His black sweatpants. He did just got a swift kick to the side, but it was nothing. Now he moves quickly. He manages to disarm his sparring partner. Kicking their leg under his and making them flat on the ground as he looms over them.

I win. He smugly smirks.