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He types, before erasing. Because honestly, by the time he thinks up another excuse, Tenma's going to be at his door and ready to drag him out for a day of sugar induced bad decisions.
He knows this boy. And that's what scares him the most.]
[There's a sigh of defeat--Tenma's on his way and like a gust of wind, there's nothing on this earth that can stop him. Pocketing his phone and hands, he stands up from the couch he was sitting on, making his way around the coffee table and through the living room over to where his door is.
Taking his time, making sure to check the clock just to see how long it'll take Tenma to get there.
Taking a few more steps.
Getting his shoes on.
Opening the door, right as Tenma is making his way up the steps. Because that boy is not going to stop, and he wants to avoid any full on collisions with aggressive optimism.]
[Tenma knew, somewhere deep down in his genes, where the wild winged horse in his soul resided, that this best friend of his wouldn't let him down. He's closing in on that door with alarming speed but he doesn't feel any fear or concern about it. And lo and behold, it opens right on time for him as he kicks off the ground, takes to the air, throws out his arms, and leaps at Tsurugi with all of his overflowing enthusiasm.]
[There's something in Tsurugi's instincts that awakens, whether it be that of a wolf or that of a soccer player, but he has a feeling of what Tenma's going to do. His eyes widen, assessing the situation in record time as his arms extend out, ready to catch the boy in his arms.
What he didn't estimate, however, was the force that is Matsukaze Tenma, and how much it would send him flying. They both go back, Tsurugi instinctively pulling him close as they crash to the ground.
His vision swaps from looking at the door to looking at the ceiling, Tenma in his arms and amber eyes blinking in sheer confusion. Wondering what the hell just happened in those past 3 seconds.]
Tenma.
[It's not angry, or even upset.
It's almost as if this is exactly how he expected to meet him.]
[Tenma's actions aren't completely thoughtless. Sure, he knocks Tsurugi over, but he twists just enough that he's not on top of him when they land. His bends his knees so they hit the floor to break the fall even with those arms holding him close, and he secures a hand at the back of Tsurugi's head and neck to shield them from any impact. Harm is the last thing he wants to bring to him, even if he's not above freaking him out with seemingly random actions like this.
He's grinning as he pulls back and leans over him, slate eyes sparkling with glints like lightning in a stormy sky.]
[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.]
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All that sugar will make you sick.
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I CANT LOSE A DARE WITH MATATAGI
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[1/4] But Tenma
[2/4] If you
[3/4] The sugar free ones maybe
[4/4] I'll get back to you.
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im going to get the snacks because i need matatagi to listen to me
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[He totally was.]
But.
なんとかなるさ。
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DO YOU WANT ANYTHING
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Water's fine.
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Niisan took me once.
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where are you
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My house.
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YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE I LIVE.
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i just texted yuuichisan
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I movedHe types, before erasing. Because honestly, by the time he thinks up another excuse, Tenma's going to be at his door and ready to drag him out for a day of sugar induced bad decisions.
He knows this boy. And that's what scares him the most.]
How did you text him so fast.
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you better open the door when i get there
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Taking his time, making sure to check the clock just to see how long it'll take Tenma to get there.
Taking a few more steps.
Getting his shoes on.
Opening the door, right as Tenma is making his way up the steps. Because that boy is not going to stop, and he wants to avoid any full on collisions with aggressive optimism.]
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[Tenma knew, somewhere deep down in his genes, where the wild winged horse in his soul resided, that this best friend of his wouldn't let him down. He's closing in on that door with alarming speed but he doesn't feel any fear or concern about it. And lo and behold, it opens right on time for him as he kicks off the ground, takes to the air, throws out his arms, and leaps at Tsurugi with all of his overflowing enthusiasm.]
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What he didn't estimate, however, was the force that is Matsukaze Tenma, and how much it would send him flying. They both go back, Tsurugi instinctively pulling him close as they crash to the ground.
His vision swaps from looking at the door to looking at the ceiling, Tenma in his arms and amber eyes blinking in sheer confusion. Wondering what the hell just happened in those past 3 seconds.]
Tenma.
[It's not angry, or even upset.
It's almost as if this is exactly how he expected to meet him.]
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[Tenma's actions aren't completely thoughtless. Sure, he knocks Tsurugi over, but he twists just enough that he's not on top of him when they land. His bends his knees so they hit the floor to break the fall even with those arms holding him close, and he secures a hand at the back of Tsurugi's head and neck to shield them from any impact. Harm is the last thing he wants to bring to him, even if he's not above freaking him out with seemingly random actions like this.
He's grinning as he pulls back and leans over him, slate eyes sparkling with glints like lightning in a stormy sky.]
See, I told you I'll be here.
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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.]
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