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Hayabusa didn't need to announce his presence. So, he simply didn't. He slipped through the rooftop double doors- one having been left slightly open despite there otherwise being no hint of anyone being there.
Hanabi didn't need Hayabusa to announce his presence either. She didn't hear him but she felt him. That instinctual pull that had her gaze flickering to the doors and seeing Hayabusa walking up next to her.
He sat down next to her. She didn't need to make room for him; there was already a space next to her reserved just for him. The two sat wordlessly at the edge of the rooftop. Hanabi had her legs dangling just off it. Hayabusa just sat patiently, cross-legged, next to her.
"It's getting late," Hayabusa spoke but it was hardly louder than a whisper. It was only heard by the wind carrying the sentiment. He spared an unreadable glance at Hanabi, taking in the slight blush on the tip of her nose, the lack of traditional makeup, and the messiness of her usually tidy ponytail.
She looked beautiful.
Hayabusa glanced down. He didn't blush; ninjas as advanced as him were far past that telltale sign of emotion. Yet, even so, the tips of his ears flushed a light red. "We have training tomorrow."
Hanabi didn't look at him back. Her gaze fixated on the moon as she shifted the position of her hand on her knee. She found it rubbing her other forearm. The nights of autumn were only getting colder.
"I can handle it."
The silence carried on for a few heartbeats more. It wasn't uncomfortable as it would've been with anyone else. Both were trained in conversation ettiquette and knew how to carry polite small talk. Though it felt redundant to do such a thing when it was only the two of them. The silence held unspoken words but they did not go unheard.
Hanabi saw the swiftness of motion just out the corner of her eye. She tilted her head slightly to the Shadow Ninja beside her but he was faster and before she could do anything, his crimson scarf found itself wrapped gingerly around her neck. It billowed in the slight breeze of the night but Hanabi didn't feel cold.
Her lips parted in surprise, eyes glancing up from Hayabusa's scarred fingers wrapping it around her to his face. His eyes were trained on the scarf and only glanced up when he confirmed it was secured.
With a flick of his shadows, he reappeared- standing- near the rooftop doors. "Don't stay up too late then."
Hanabi didn't respond, her fingers tightening on the lingering touch of Hayabusa's warmth on his scarf.
".. Yeah, I know."