Danny strips off the clothes in a hurry, putting on Kono's gym shorts which are too small by half, and the tank top over the bra, trying to avoid staring in the mirror because holy fuck, this is actually making him want to punch things, makes him want to scream and maybe cry just a little, but he doesn't need to tell that to anyone.

Nothing that can hit back. Danny's nostrils flare as he draws in a fast breath and stares at the punching bag, wrapping up his hands with tape instead of gloves, flexing his fingers and just letting loose with one-two combos and upper cuts.