[Takasugi's stomach lurches, his world a blur of white as he's launched into the air without the sting of a blow. Strands of orange hair still tangled in his fingers, he lands with a crunch in the snow.
Shoulders first, which creates a mound of snow that overtakes his collar and drips down his neck.
It's cold, but he doesn't shiver - Takasugi gets up, leaping back towards Chuuya with little regard for whatever the hell had thrown him off. He doesn't need to understand it, he just needs to beat it.
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Shoulders first, which creates a mound of snow that overtakes his collar and drips down his neck.
It's cold, but he doesn't shiver - Takasugi gets up, leaping back towards Chuuya with little regard for whatever the hell had thrown him off. He doesn't need to understand it, he just needs to beat it.
He can't tho RIP]