[ Yata doesn't have the luxury of distraction; he wasted most of his mana on that one shot, so his breathing is also staggered as the fatigue kicks in. So does his embarrassment as he watches Asuna take down whoever is left on their ship. She exhales as she swings her sword, and the lips she took part before he trembles and touches them in awe.
Forget the chants. They kissed. They kissed. And he tries not to make it all he thinks about as they free their ship.
After Asuna defeats all the remaining Noir, Yata approaches her with a now-shy pout and a still-red face. ]
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Forget the chants. They kissed. They kissed. And he tries not to make it all he thinks about as they free their ship.
After Asuna defeats all the remaining Noir, Yata approaches her with a now-shy pout and a still-red face. ]
... Hey. Um. G-good job back there.