Ishigaki listens with wide eyes, taking note of the shift in tone- Midousuji's voice rhythmically low and smooth.
Rambling on and on... About... Me?
"I didn't know.... you thought of me that much..." Ishigaki speaks quitely compared to the bustling streets around him, his eyes darting anywhere but on Midousuji. His face feels hot, and he can hear his pulse thumping in his ears.
"I left an impact on him...' Ishigaki thinks, his thoughts loud. "I got through to him..."
Ishigaki struggles to holds back a goofy grin, because he knows Midosuji well enough that he'd smack it right off his face, but he manages. His hand grips tighter on the strap to his bag while he steadies his breathing, gaining control of his thoughts.
"I never stopped thinking about you either. But... I'm sure you already know that." If any of the confessions Ishigaki spilled to Midousuji's lifeless body after each Inter High were actually heard, maybe Midosuji would really understand that, if his devoted actions as a captain weren't obvious enough. But Midousuji was a dense man.
"I'm sorry you have to go out of your way to pep talk an adult. I guess I'm still leaning on you like this, even three years later. Sad, huh?"
"But, hey." As if Ishigaki could not make the conversation any less gay, he continues on, nudging his elbow into the others side lightly. "Your way of sharing your thoughts is kinda poetic, you know?"
Re: ITS NOT A CONTEST
Rambling on and on... About... Me?
"I didn't know.... you thought of me that much..." Ishigaki speaks quitely compared to the bustling streets around him, his eyes darting anywhere but on Midousuji. His face feels hot, and he can hear his pulse thumping in his ears.
"I left an impact on him...' Ishigaki thinks, his thoughts loud. "I got through to him..."
Ishigaki struggles to holds back a goofy grin, because he knows Midosuji well enough that he'd smack it right off his face, but he manages. His hand grips tighter on the strap to his bag while he steadies his breathing, gaining control of his thoughts.
"I never stopped thinking about you either. But... I'm sure you already know that." If any of the confessions Ishigaki spilled to Midousuji's lifeless body after each Inter High were actually heard, maybe Midosuji would really understand that, if his devoted actions as a captain weren't obvious enough. But Midousuji was a dense man.
"I'm sorry you have to go out of your way to pep talk an adult. I guess I'm still leaning on you like this, even three years later. Sad, huh?"
"But, hey." As if Ishigaki could not make the conversation any less gay, he continues on, nudging his elbow into the others side lightly. "Your way of sharing your thoughts is kinda poetic, you know?"