[ he's running almost on pure bravado here, pure confidence. he's also kind of dying on the inside, and it's a little more obvious: he's latched onto that confidence that's led him from step to step in his life but his ears are bright red and he's trying to hold onto the last shred of his coolness. he's right. ichiro knows he's right.
ichiro knows samatoki likes him. that's what brought him to his doorstep today, in the middle of winter break, when he should be sleeping or enjoying time away from college life. even away from his roommate.
not. being away from samatoki has sucked. every minute of it just threw the fact that ichiro has been nursing a thing for him for months further into the light. he's going to take that wild bravado and run with it, now, so he takes a deep breath and spills it all out right there on the concrete between them. ] I don't know if you sampled it from yourself, or from the internet, or whatever, but it's called heartbeat for a reason. I know you called it that because you were trying to say something, but I think you wouldn't tell me about it because it's about us.
[ there. he doesn't feel fragile or anything having confessed it: he's fairly sure in the result he's going to get, too, and so ichiro keeps going, voice low, spurred on by his own thinking, starting to smile even if the color on his face is spreading to his cheeks. his heart's going so fast against his ribcage he can hear it rushing in his ears, but ichiro just takes that as motivation. time to go. ]
Samatoki, I--shit, man, I've liked you for so long I don't even know when it started. We've only been apart for like, three days, and I can barely stand it-- obviously. [ accompanied with a little huff of a laugh, because he is in fact laughing at himself for this ridiculous move that he just pulled. if he was wrong, it would've been mortifying. ]
So if I'm right, and it is you confessing, then I think you're a chicken-- [ another little laugh, and his smile's so wide he's got dimples, now, a little mischievous. ] --but I'll put the words to it, if you can't. I want to go out with you, I want to stay with you, I really want to kiss you. A lot. I don't have a mixtape, or anything like that, but--I want you to accept my feelings, anyway.
[ ichiro doesn't even offer an out, a "if you don't want to if you don't have to." he's as sure as ever.
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ichiro knows samatoki likes him. that's what brought him to his doorstep today, in the middle of winter break, when he should be sleeping or enjoying time away from college life. even away from his roommate.
not. being away from samatoki has sucked. every minute of it just threw the fact that ichiro has been nursing a thing for him for months further into the light. he's going to take that wild bravado and run with it, now, so he takes a deep breath and spills it all out right there on the concrete between them. ] I don't know if you sampled it from yourself, or from the internet, or whatever, but it's called heartbeat for a reason. I know you called it that because you were trying to say something, but I think you wouldn't tell me about it because it's about us.
[ there. he doesn't feel fragile or anything having confessed it: he's fairly sure in the result he's going to get, too, and so ichiro keeps going, voice low, spurred on by his own thinking, starting to smile even if the color on his face is spreading to his cheeks. his heart's going so fast against his ribcage he can hear it rushing in his ears, but ichiro just takes that as motivation. time to go. ]
Samatoki, I--shit, man, I've liked you for so long I don't even know when it started. We've only been apart for like, three days, and I can barely stand it-- obviously. [ accompanied with a little huff of a laugh, because he is in fact laughing at himself for this ridiculous move that he just pulled. if he was wrong, it would've been mortifying. ]
So if I'm right, and it is you confessing, then I think you're a chicken-- [ another little laugh, and his smile's so wide he's got dimples, now, a little mischievous. ] --but I'll put the words to it, if you can't. I want to go out with you, I want to stay with you, I really want to kiss you. A lot. I don't have a mixtape, or anything like that, but--I want you to accept my feelings, anyway.
[ ichiro doesn't even offer an out, a "if you don't want to if you don't have to." he's as sure as ever.
(inwardly, he's flipping out too.) ]