#danchxku

once issa got excited, danchiku was left in the dust to catch up to him. his main focus in that moment was getting the two of them the perfect spot to watch for when the fireworks started. 

looking up with a smiling face to an exhausted danchiku, he huffed. “oi, jiji, you’re gunna miss out for real if you fall asleep.” shifting to a softer tone, he continued. “a half hour is nothing for a good spot. we can have some good quality time !! since we joined that team . . . it feels as if we haven’t had any alone time like this.” it was a strange thing for him to confess, but if anything he was happy to have some spare time where it was just him & his friend. no more of that loud redhead & angry bunny. he supposed that he didn’t mind onoda so much, but they were still there to get in the way. 

                                                           “ Anything I want? ”

Issa’s face turned red at that thought– trying to decide what he would like Danchiku to do to him the most. There was a lot of things he could think of, or had thought of before. The only hard part is that he would have say it out loud…how embarrassing. 

          Hearing Danchiku yell wasn’t something that Issa was used to, nor was it something he ever wanted to be used to. Seeing someone who was always as calm and collected as the blue-haired male flipping was unpleasant...and just down right terrifying. He wanted to give the man some kind of an answer, something to calm him down about it all, but all he found himself doing was staring at him dumbfounded and admittedly a bit frightened. Flashing a nervous-- yet still kind-- smile at the man, he pulled his hands close to his body. Such anger directed at him only wanted him to curl up into a ball and cry. He wasn’t used to people getting sick of him, at least not people he cared great amounts for. Sure, he was enthusiastic and hard to put up with, but he thought that Danchiku was alright with him being that way. Never did he think that it would cause the other to feel angry as it had. Being overly friendly and energetic around everyone was just how he was-- that was something he thought that the taller understood. Issa thought that Danchiku understood that there was no one who could replace him as his right-hand guy-- and even though it wasn’t the most established relationship, much insinuated yet not officially, his boyfriend.

        Fumbling with his words, he could barely think of what to tell the man in reply. Should he explain his actions? Apologize? Beg for forgiveness? Try and play it off like it was no big deal? All were possible replies to the man’s words, but Issa feared choosing the wrong response and ending up screwing up-- more than it seemed he already had. His best thought would be to laugh and smile in hopes that the man would do the same, since hiding how upset and frightened this really made him seemed like the best option. 

         Usually, he could argue rather well, but when said person he was arguing with was someone who he couldn’t live without, and who he cared immensely about what they thought of him, he just couldn’t bring himself to fight back. It was like being one against a thousand; it felt like he was fighting alone. 

         “ You liar, if you weren’t such a charmer, how else could you say things that make my heart race?!?! Seriously, my heart is gunna explode!! “ 

          Once managing to calm down, he listened to Danchiku’s question, seeming unfazed by it even though he was embarrassed to ask.“ Your eyes, huh? “ He mumbled to himself, shamelessly reaching out and grabbing the other’s face-- pretending to inspect his features.

 “ They are cool. You have the coolest eyes I have ever seen!! “