[ It's official: this is Next-Level. Before he has time to remark on the fact that 'Sasuke' is quite possibly the single most fitting name for someone who could probably backflip and decapitate him without blinking, Momo is airborne. Middle-finger to gravity, middle-finger to physics; all Momo can do is bite back what would've been an undignified half-yell and cling on to that steady single arm for dear life.

When he feels grass under the soles of his sneakers, feels the weight of planetary forces settle back on his wet shoulders, he releases the breath he'd been holding.

Slumps.

And tips his chin up, heavenwards. ]

Wwwwwwwhat!? Seriously?! Did we just do that?!

[ Correction: did Sasuke really do that??? Momo's about to buckle, knees weak and clothes wet, but he manages to shift and take a step away from his savior. ]

Sasuke-san!!! My hero...! Don't move, let me put my palms together in front of you...!