Sanemi grunted as he landed, having just finished sparring with Giyuu.

“Ugh, bastard,” he hissed. He had definitely worked up a sweat. His exposed chest was glistening, and his hair was damp.

“I don't get how you're always so... deadpan, y'know?” Sanemi straightened up, wiping some sweat off his chin with the back of his hand. “Do you ever get angry?”