Nice, big ol window overlooking the city behind me, its raining and flashing lightning too. The perfect scene.
Yosamu stared at his intruder, the man who had just kicked in his door with no apparent objective. He didn't move so much, even as the assailant drew closer and closer. Instead, he clenched both fists and cracked the weary bones in his neck- he had just woken up. Untroubled at the dangerous proximity of his guest Yosamu continued to wipe his eyes from the grogginess. Slowly.
Then, in a quick motion he would pull a kunai from his pouch and spun the notch on his index finger, its speed causing a distinctive humming sound. Kunai in right hand Yosamu then advanced on the man, swinging the kunai from his upper right to the man's lower left, holding the weapon in reverse grip.