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[It was just like Tenma. The boy would never let any harm come to any of his friends, deciding to twist his body to minimize damage to both himself and Tsurugi. It was not unlike how they met, when he'd kicked the soccer ball at him and he'd use his body to cause the least amount of damage while still blocking its path. Tenma was a quick thinker like that, and the hand behind his head, the way his body is shielded from anything more than a soft 'flump' to the ground...it was just like Tenma.

He smiles, eyes closing to not completely succumb to those slate-blue eyes immediately.]

I didn't doubt you for a second.

[Said in the most affectionate way possible.]