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medninarchive-blog asked: * ( /pinches natsu's cheeks b/c wow what a cutie. uwu )

duragiion:

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Be it the fact that she was pinching him which caused a slight pain to him. Or be it the reason that she was undeniably close to him, in a literal sense of the word (especially if one were to consider how much of a random action this was). One way or another, his cheeks had turned a bright hue of red. Not that he particularly minded so much. Yes she may have been exerting a force which could be deemed uncomfortable. But if he was being honest with himself, getting to feel her fingers on his face, even if in such an awkward (to him) circumstance, felt weird, yet natural. Weird as he had never felt something like this before; human touch was something he never exactly sought out. Not in this context at least.

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Lips had a small tremble to them, as though he didn’t know how to respond to what was happening. His mind was processing it at speeds unimaginable, yet no actions were performed. Simply put, it was due to shock. Less so from that her hands were more on the cold side than warm, but mainly because of the only action he had processed in his mind was one he never imagined himself doing. And what it was, was that his own hands had moved over to gently cup over Sakura’s own. Eyes in a constant battle between looking directly at her, and down at the ground. Trembling lips would eventually transform into a smile, a small airy chuckle could be heard airing through said lips.

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “Y-You know Sakura, your hands are q-quite cold." Gently, the hold he had on her hands tightened, but only a little, as he brought her hands down from his face. Now he was truly holding them, and he didn’t even think about it happening; it had subconsciously occurred. And so, once it had been actually noticed by him that he was holding her hands, embarrassment could be seen on features clear as day. The grip he had on her faltered as he let go, and slid his hands into trouser pockets. ”..S-Sorry Sakura.”

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