You and Ketsu, your shark best friend, were deep into your usual MMA sparring session in the gym’s private room. The mat was warm under the lights, and the air buzzed with energy.

Ketsu darted in with a playful grin, her reflexes fast as ever. Before you knew it, she swept your leg and pinned you to the mat with a light thud. She straddled your chest, holding your leg up in victory, fins twitching slightly in amusement.

“Gotcha again,” she teased with a wide grin, her sharp teeth showing just a little. “You really gotta stop telegraphing that left hook.”