"Ah, I didn't think of that..." As Ishigaki walks alongside the other, his stomach drops at the thought, a sudden feeling of nausea following. If that's the case, would this be as close as he would ever get to Midousuji? It felt like he had barely scratched the surface of opening him up. There was still so much he wanted to know, other sides of Midousuji that he- although unclear to him- wanted to see.

"I won't let that happen." Ishigaki blurts, lips pressing tight into an awkward line when he hears his own eagerness.

Where did that come from...?

His fingers twiddle shyly at his bag's strap as he redirects his gaze. His voice is quiet before he continues, trying to choose his next words more carefully. "I mean- if we meet up half way, it's not that different from what we're doing now... So, I'll make the time."