don't say it

Aslatiel pushed the direction he was going to suggest that he back his words up and moved a few paces away to stretch. Hikaru did the same, but the way he moved his limbs seemed so much different to the Fatalis girl. Differences in how they were trained. Even though he was already talking about Mort he was still thrown off guard as Aslatiel spoke again. His cheeks went red at the way she said it, the mischief in her voice as she watching him with narrowed eyes.

”Um, well, we did…” he trailed off, barely able to speak his heart was so far up his throat he thought it might come out with his words. They had cuddled in the snow but it had seemed the natural and easiest thing to do. Share warmth in a blizzard. But that moment led to where he was now. Struggling to hide the facts presented to him. ”Did he…” Hikaru didn’t get any further, but he was lucky Aslatiel gave him warning before she leapt at him.

To her own detriment though. Harsh training all of his life didn’t leave much room for brain mush. Like a switch was thrown he went from blushing babe to nearly graduated shinobi. He wasn’t near Hattori or Raijin’s skills but Kaiyo wasn’t a pushover. With bent limbs Hika acted on instinct and bounced out of Aslatiel’s grasp. Only barely though, and her claws scraped the short fur of his arm.

He’d land on his toes and kept his joints bent so they were closer to eye level. Revealing his pearly teeth he aimed to retaliate with a sharp nip to her neck, right beneath her jaw where she would be most sensitive. He would have tried to give her more than a nip if he had been fighting for the Iga.