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me trying to force myself to enjoy midosaka when ishimido is so obviously the better one
Midousuji’s new form and Ishigaki dreaming about Mido (the ship is real). Best episode of 3d season for now.
They’re dating
started this a while ago and just found it again and decided to finish it <3
Ishimido<3
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45 “Tell me a secret.” ishimi?
Send me a pairing and a number!
IshiMi kid!AU <3
“Tell me a secret Akira-kun, something only a best friend would know.”
The skies were peach pink, a blossoming of color that mirrored the pink that dusted the cheeks of the lanky boy in front of him. They had about a half hour before the sun fully set and they would have to leave the small park and go their separate ways down the street to their homes.
Midousuij Akira was not one to get embarrassed easily, Koutarou knew that by now, so it was a surprise to him when his simple question brought forth the riot of color on his friend’s face.
“What’s the matter, Akira-kun? We are friends aren’t we?”
His small hands reached out, carefully, slowly, projecting his motions in case Midousuji shied away from the contact. Koutarou gently held onto one of Midousuji’s hands, feeling the rough calluses he’d already started to build on his daily bike rides to and from the hospital. His palms were warm, the skin tougher than his own small fingers.
“I’m sorry Akira-kun, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I asked.”
He felt the other boy’s fingers tighten around his own, and he realized Midousuji was steeling himself to talk. Koutarou could feel a slight shaking and wondered if it was from the cold, or perhaps something else.
“Koutarou-san? Are you really my friend?”
His voice was quiet, so much so, that had Koutarou not been paying attention he doubted he would have heard it. But with the certainty that could only come from his youth, Koutarou was confident in his reply,
“Akira-kun, you’re my very best friend and you’ll always be.”
His fingers interwove themselves with Midousuji’s, gripping them as tightly as his eight-year-old hands could muster.
“You’re my only friend Koutarou-san. That’s a secret though so you can’t tell anyone.”
The fingers tightened around his own, and Koutarou grinned, before leaning close to his best friend, and resting his head on the bony shoulder Midousuji reluctantly offered.
“Don’t worry Akira-kun, your secret is safe with me.”
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
communication?
