[ finally, the evil has been defeated. way too easily, in fact. izumi keeps his eyes narrowed at him, letting go of his scarf and - hm, is he actually dead. madara looks convincing enough, but izumi doubts that anyone would really die from that, the fuck.
so. rolling his eyes, he checks his heartbeat by pressing his ears onto the guy's broad chest. is he doing this as an excuse to touch his pecs again? probably. he doesn't say. he can never. ]
...Stop fooling around for once.
[ voice soft and a little huffy. if his tsundere powers won't bring madara back to life, nothing will. ]
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so. rolling his eyes, he checks his heartbeat by pressing his ears onto the guy's broad chest. is he doing this as an excuse to touch his pecs again? probably. he doesn't say. he can never. ]
...Stop fooling around for once.
[ voice soft and a little huffy. if his tsundere powers won't bring madara back to life, nothing will. ]