Expect Nothing Consistent

Mamoru’s relationship with Ibuki has ups and downs. Regardless of everything, it’s almost impossible to get a straight answer out of that idiot.

(the more accurate summary for this fic is “ibuki kouji is a piece of shit with no shame and no social skills while mamoru is, well, mamoru”) 

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As soon as Mamoru feels close enough to Ibuki to consider them friends, he asks the question that has been burning under his tongue for so long.

“Say, Ibuki-kun,” he starts carefully, very carefully, then pauses for a moment. Is it really a good idea to just blurt out with the question? He doesn’t want to lose what he has built up with Ibuki over the last few months. But then, if there’s one thing he learned during this time, it’s that you need to get straight to the point when you want Ibuki to, well, you know. Act like he acknowledges your existence.

“Say, is that a piece of metal on your shirt?”

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“Ah… Th-Thanks for all your support!”

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like no plots or plans or ulterior motives just. ibuki shows up and is kind of tense and awkward bc he has no fuckin clue how to interact with anyone in actuality but he tries pretty hard bc you know hes never not wanted friends and hes never not wanted to care for others it was just twisted up for a long time