[He can feel Tenma's breath, slightly laboured and heavy from the run over here. Tenma's skill was speed, and he certainly had the endurance of a horse, but anyone would be tired after that run. It's not something Tsurugi expresses vocally, but he doesn't mind staying like this. Tenma was warm and full of life, and he can feel the soft little wing-like curls tangle in with his own little curly hairs, trying hard not to let his smile give him away.]
Five minutes. I'll be counting.
[A joke, Tenma could lie there as long as he needed to.]
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Five minutes. I'll be counting.
[A joke, Tenma could lie there as long as he needed to.]