Theme: Tongue Lashing
He had to finish this soon. Ichigo could feel his hands beginning to slip, tired muscles flexing and spasming ineffectually and against his will. Drops of sweat found their way into his eyes, stinging and blurring his vision. He willed himself to focus, ignoring the numbness that was growing in his jaw. Ichigo glanced up at the dark haired girl in front of him and was relieved to see that she was at least equally out of breath.
‘Please god,’ he prayed, steeling himself for another round, ‘let her come soon before my tongue falls off.’