Evening Excercise || Saito

Stepping out of his shower, Satio regarded the chill wind blowing through his open bathroom door. It made for a bracing breeze, something to wake him up further, to help him dry. He’d been talked into a spar – which was rare enough as is – with Jasmine Noir, a fiery blonde that busted his head open a while back during a combat exercise. It wasn’t too bad, the dimmed hearing and painful headaches were the worst part of the injury, but it still woke him up a little bit to the potential power of his peers.
He dressed in some simple, disposable clothes, cotton tee and black-blue running trousers that wouldn’t restrict movement. Shrugging on his hoodie, his still damp hair flicking droplets against his mirror. No quirks. That was an important part of their deal. Saito wasn’t into using his quirk at the best of times – when they’d fought before, he thought he had better control of it. He did not.

It was late. Night, actually, as he quietly plodded down the dorm’s stairs and into the open campus, on his way to the place Jasmine had called him to. Low light wasn’t that big a deal. And, oddly, he wasn’t even that nervous. In the end, Saito’d noticed that Jas had been stressing over this test-thing she’d spent hours doing and figured she needed to blow off steam. He was willing to help in that regard. As he walked, he wrapped his hands and forearms in tight bandage, for grip and protection.
He arrived a few minutes after Jasmine, as the boys dorm was much closer to the area, walking under the lamp-light and towards the stretching blonde, he called out. “Yo!”

Saito strolled, very casually, opposite of Jasmine and watched her stretch for a while. “How was the paper? Ya got it done, right?” He asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. As he awaited an answer, he followed Jasmine’s example, using wide and encompassing stretches to get the blood to his toned body.

Fighting without quirks was gonna be interesting. Saito at least knew how she fought when she had her quirk available. Fast and hard, leaving no room for a counter-attack. But without it, who knows? Maybe she’d use some weird kung fu shit on him. Saito had no fancy martial arts at his side. No karate or Korean Hapkido or anything like that. Just him and his fists. “You ready?” He felt his heart pick up pace. This was gonna be fun. “Don’t go easy on me now, let that steam blow, Blondie.”
Then he shoved his hands in his pockets, smirked his usual smirk and waited for Jasmine’s first move, his presence expanding into an aura of confidence and enjoyment; as if Saito’s mere smile made the lamp light flicker their tiny, sectioned off pocket of the world into something only they could move and fight within. His stance was lax, but his foot placement was pristine, his hands only floating in his pockets to be brought out in the blink of an eye.
Forget the rest of the world, Jasmine. Me and you now.
His infinitely star-blue eyes almost blazed in the night, meeting the ravenous fire resting in the eyes of his opponent.
Thus, began their spar.