[ Sasuke quips, without even a heartbeat between Naruto's words and his own. Naruto's arms are a band around his middle, and pressed against his back Sasuke can feel the warmth of his mana filtering through his own like sunlight through summer rain. He wraps his fingers around one of Naruto's wrists, to expedite the process.
In front of him, where his spell was incomplete and then interrupted by his movement, he watches one of their allies falter. Their opponent takes the opening for what it is and disarms them with a skillful twist. Sasuke feels a muscle in his jaw clench as he watches the Hero attempt to regain the ground they're losing.
There's no time for this.
Sasuke pulls Naruto's arm, twisting around to face him and yank him close in the same abrupt movement. He doesn't give Naruto the opportunity to react or protest, leaning down to erase the space between them. He knows already this is the most efficient form of exchanging mana on the field, because he's done it twice already since his arrival. Against his own, Naruto's mouth is chapped and dry. His lips are parted, just slightly, either in surprise or from the sudden clip of whatever he was going to say. Sasuke can taste blood and sweat and isn't sure if it's his own, or Naruto's. His grip stays on Naruto's upper arm, preventing him from pulling away for a handful of seconds.
The flood of heat that rushes all the way to his feet invigorates him. When he pulls back, he meets the blue of Naruto's eyes for a fraction of a moment before his attention is back on the fight.
Sasuke throws up a small purple shield between the Noir soldier and the Hero now on the ground and pushes with it to clear a small space. ]
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[ Sasuke quips, without even a heartbeat between Naruto's words and his own. Naruto's arms are a band around his middle, and pressed against his back Sasuke can feel the warmth of his mana filtering through his own like sunlight through summer rain. He wraps his fingers around one of Naruto's wrists, to expedite the process.
In front of him, where his spell was incomplete and then interrupted by his movement, he watches one of their allies falter. Their opponent takes the opening for what it is and disarms them with a skillful twist. Sasuke feels a muscle in his jaw clench as he watches the Hero attempt to regain the ground they're losing.
There's no time for this.
Sasuke pulls Naruto's arm, twisting around to face him and yank him close in the same abrupt movement. He doesn't give Naruto the opportunity to react or protest, leaning down to erase the space between them. He knows already this is the most efficient form of exchanging mana on the field, because he's done it twice already since his arrival. Against his own, Naruto's mouth is chapped and dry. His lips are parted, just slightly, either in surprise or from the sudden clip of whatever he was going to say. Sasuke can taste blood and sweat and isn't sure if it's his own, or Naruto's. His grip stays on Naruto's upper arm, preventing him from pulling away for a handful of seconds.
The flood of heat that rushes all the way to his feet invigorates him. When he pulls back, he meets the blue of Naruto's eyes for a fraction of a moment before his attention is back on the fight.
Sasuke throws up a small purple shield between the Noir soldier and the Hero now on the ground and pushes with it to clear a small space. ]