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It took him a while to understand why he feels so alive every time he is around them, why there is this tingle just underneath his skin and why everything feels sharper all of a sudden.
He can sense their magic in the air when he is around them. It's powerful magic, magic like that of the strongest sorcerers, and Takumi feels bad for everyone who can't feel it like he can.
Ryosuke-san's magic feels like a rainy summer night, dark blue and crisp and luring you in with the refreshingness of a rainshower and the trickle of water on leaves. Takumi breathes in and he gets lost in the enchantment; "charisma" is what they call it, but he knows it's more than that. It's an earthy smell coupled with a whiff of expensive cologne and a faint trace of disinfectant, closing in around him and over him like splashing dark waves. Takumi feels himself going under, but the magic lets him breathe and allows him to come closer until arms wrap around him as gently as the magic welcomed him. He feels the lingering threat of a darkness too deep, an ocean to drown him, but a soft smile keeps him swimming and it's paired with a look from dark blue eyes that feels much more like magic than everything else he has ever felt.
Keisuke-san's magic, on the other hand, is pure life. It alerts him with the sharp scent of ozone and a metallic taste on his tongue like there's lightning striking far too close to be safe. Like all life, it feels like danger, like an explosion waiting to happen, like a crackle of power that's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Like all life, it's also kind and welcoming and brimming with promise. When it's not lightning, it's the warmth of a fireplace or a bowl of miso soup. It's the hidden care underneath that forceful explosion that makes Takumi bask in the feeling whenever he's around his teammate. Like a magnet, the promise of adventure and comradery draws people to him, and who is Takumi to refuse? He knows that he can get burned, but he has never felt this alive before.
'Sorcerers are cruel,' he has always been taught by those who can't feel magic. 'Sorcerers care only for themselves, and only surround themselves with others to steal away their energy.'
But if this was cruelty, he needed no kindness.