He frowns, but Midousuji wasn't lying, Ishigaki had changed. He had become a person who hesitated, who paused and looked at other people before making his own decisions. Midousuji pulled the rug from underneath his feet, completely reshaped him, and then Ishigaki graduated, and now he's left lost.

"Well, yeah. Of course you don't mind submission." Saying that, Ishigaki wouldn't look at him, but Midousuji soon pops his personal bubble, and he's left with no choice.

"What? I- you don't have to do something like that for me." Ishigaki stammers, eyes flickering. "Shouldn't it be the other way around? You're a former kohai. You're younger than I am." Not that there ever was anything traditional in regards to their roles- or more so- anything traditional about Midousuji. That wasn't what Ishigaki cared for, anyway. Perhaps it's his own pride he can't give up.

Ishigaki only has to reflect on their past for a moment, and then sighs, defeated. Yes, Midousuji had always had the upper hand in their relationship, but until this year's interhigh results, it was Midousuji that needed guidance. Had Ishigaki been neglecting his own growth?

"Well... I guess that type of stuff never mattered between us."