An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“Focus, Sawamura, focus. The twins aren’t here, nobody is. You’re alone, and relaxed and focused. You can do it, just focus…” he whispered to himself as he gave his body a rough shake, making sure to move every muscle and limb as he went from head to toe like his father had shown him. A roll of his neck, twitch of his facial features, stretch and roll of his shoulders as he wiggled his fingers and bent his arms before swinging them loosely.
It usually took him a few tries to begin to relax enough to let his magic flow properly but the excitement of today, the high of the win, and the sounds of his team celebrating still ringing in his ears beneath the echoes of his breathing was helping exponentially. As he twisted his torso and bent his knees gently he could already feel the building hum of his power beginning to surge alongside the blood in his veins.