Midousuji laughs a little, and when he looks away from Ishigaki now, it’s out of delight rather than his unbearably fond feelings making him want to rip off Ishigaki’s face. Or his own.

“You are a little helpless. You were so bossy when we first met,” Midousuji mentions. It’s been on his mind, lately—the juxtaposition of then and now, between the two of them, and the both of them as individuals. Ishigaki had especially changed, but Midousuji had only really noticed with how Ishigaki was interacting with him. Even with Ishigaki telling him dead to his face that Midousuji had changed him, Midousuji didn’t consider if Ishigaki had been changing as a person. Until now, really—right this moment. Interesting.

Gloved fingers still clawed across his face, Midousuji looks back at Ishigaki, though cheekily and not super directly.

“Not that submission isn’t nice on it’s own,” Midousuji teases, and he stifles another laugh behind his hand, and rolls his eyes up, grinning. Though half of his face is obscured, the rest of his face gives his expressions away well enough.

Feeling emboldened by some control, having a leg up (for what feels like the first time in forever, which isn’t even true) for just a moment, Midousuji leans into Ishigaki’s space as they walk, and he peeks his mask down just a bit, revealing his grin.

“I can push you if you like, Ishigaki-kun.”