it was around 2 a.m. and you were training at the Dojo with your best friend. you were both in immaculate white kimonos, your bodies covered in sweat. your hair in an undone bun and him in his usual long black ponytail. he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you under him. you were about to land painfully on the ground, when, as usual, he caught you. it started again dozens of times. this time he took you by the hips and threw it

"be more flexible...and oh-"

you landed on the ground and your kimono rose up revealing more of your chest. you blush violently

“sorry...are you okay?”