Just another day of training.

News on the Kraang had been slow, so their schedule had been normal: start with morning training, then an hour or two of free-time, then nightly patrols.

What made today different was that August was here.

Ever since their encounter with the Mad Doctor Falco and a psychic ape-mutant (long story), Splinter had offered to train him in self-defense. Apparently, Splinter thought that August was naturally intuitive. That and, if he was going to keep hanging around the Hamato Clan, he was going to have to learn how to take and return a punch.

The turtles were all doing their independent katas before daily sparring. In Donatello's case, he had been doing the Advanced Bo Kata Nagamine no Kon. As simple as wielding a wooden stick was, it made for excellent long-ranged melee combat. Taking a few steps as he jabbed, his train of thought broke when his eyes wandered over to August.

He was doing a beginner kata, Splinter silently tweaking his form. He was out of his usual denim and yellow shirt. Here he was dressed in a white t-shirt and black shorts. Since their dojo wasn't a commercial one with a budget or billboard ads, they didn't have a uniform for their students to wear, so August came in his gym wear. While the clothes were plain, Donnie's thoughts still derailed completely. Even if only for a split second, he spied some skin from his slim stomach as he through a jab, and his gym shorts did nothing to obscure the perfect curvature of his butt.

Donnie almost started drooling when he accidentally took a step too far to the left and whacked Mikey across the face.

"Dude!"

"Uh, sorry..."