"Why are you always hanging out with that other guy? It just upsets me so much to see that you need someone else alongside me, because apparently I am not good enough, right? I've tried to ignore this for so long, but that's it! That's fucking it!!!"
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.
Choking up on his response, he covered his face up with his hands. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to seem that way. “ His reply was neither cheery nor energetic-- though still an honest apology. Something told Issa that his cheery façade would do nothing for him when he was against Danchiku. For the other, he always knew when the red-head’s smile were genuine or not. Pointless false emotions were unnecessary to cover up how he actually felt at the moment.