i'm not perfect
and i'll never meet your ideal
In a perfect world Issei would've been able to show up as he pleased without the added step of having to seek permission to go and do activities for leisure. He wouldn't be worked to the bone, or to the bare limits of what he could withstand. Although he wasn't living in a perfect world. He was living in the one that had been micromanaged by none other than his father. Getting through a day... let alone a week was always an uphill battle. The only break he had from everything was the job he had begged to maintain despite his current status of being the child with attention. His passion which had been thrusted into the lowest priorities of his life- the youngest Shikekutsuki was reaching the limit of what he could withstand but that's another deal for another day.
Today was one of the more brighter ones- a day which he managed to get away with planning an arrangement to meet someone special to him. Almost a rock within the shaky life he had been dealt- with disguising this escapade as work did he manage it by his father. It was something which put a pep in his step, made the week a little easier to get through. Issei might've even been counting down the days within his head to when he would be able to see Tadashi again. Through him had Issei gotten the chance to experience genuine friendship, had the chance to taste his very first experience of love dare he say although... that's something he's yet to readily accept.
Yet with how fluttery and jittery he had been getting over one small planned interaction it dared suggest something more than friendship played within his mind. Issei had too much of a swamped life, too much of a planned future and an uphill battle of self-insecurity and mental issues that prevented him from feeling any sort of boldness and taking a step to even pursue that feeling which traveled throughout the pits of him when it came to Tadashi. So... for now... even if it was small- he'd bask in the time he had with him. He'd accept the reality that them being a thing would never happen- whether it be his lack of confidence or the strong will of his father insisting he get married to some notable person from a family of worth. Their date of getting coffee would be one which he'd cherish and think back on to get through the tougher times.
Tadashi always did that for him after all. The ringing of the door to the café announces his appearance as he silently shuffled inside of the building. His eyes glanced down to his wrist, eyes taking in the time... 2:35 pm. He had been a little late- their plan was to meet 10 minutes prior but being hold up by none other then the old man from hell was an unfortunate obstacle. A soft sigh escaped as his eyes glanced around the room.. until his eyes laid on brightly-colored orange locks. A familiar face which never failed to put a small grin on his face (even now- it had made the usual expressionless face of his crack the most gentle of smiles.) His feet moved in an instant as his hand gently lifted to give a friendly greeting.
"I'm sorry I'm a little later than intended..." He softly mumbled as he took the open seat in front of him. "My dad was being troublesome but I still managed to get away..." His grin widens. "I didn't want this to fall through so I really preserved in trying to get out..."
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