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———— NATSUSA WAS INDEED FULL OF BAD IDEAS.
he had caught ibuki up on his idea to drag seii, yuu, and yasunari out, pretending he was unaware of where ibuki was taking [y/n] on their not-date. ibuki didn't think it was a good idea, but considering how hard-headed natsusa was, they really had no choice but to go along with it. "you ready to go?" ibuki called up the stairs, glancing at the time on his watch. [y/n] told him to come pick her up from her house at seven. it was, as you'd guess, past seven. "stop rushing me, i'm nervous!" he heard her call back. he rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs. "look, it's not even a real date, technically. we're literally just scoping out for friends-" his mouth couldn't form any words when he made it to her room, seeing her standing in front of the mirror.
"ibuki, i don't think you've realized yet, but i have horrible social anxiety. scoping for friends is literally the last thing i'd want to be doing right now," she stomped her foot, huffing as she turned to look at him. "what? is the outfit bad?"
"er, no. it's fine," he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
"fine? oh my fucking god, i'm going to kill myself."
"no! don't do that. it, uh- it looks good. i've never seen you dressed up before. you look nice." he watched her body relax, rubbing her temple as she grabbed the bag off the bed.
"okay, i guess i'm ready."
"this'll be great! you'll have hoards of friends in no time. then, you won't have to deal with us boys all the time," he grinned, slipping his shoes on once they got downstairs.
"you guys aren't all that bad," she muttered. [y/n] glanced over at ibuki, who's facial expression was making her anxious. "what's wrong?"
"nothing's wrong, why?"
"your face says otherwise. if you don't want to do this anymore, we don't have to."
"no, i want to. i said i'd take you on a date, so that's what i'm doing."
"ibuki-"
"come on, you're ruining the mood."
"no, stop. you're going to stop being an asshole for two seconds," she quickly said, grabbing his wrist so he'd face her. "ibuki, why did you ask me out?"
"because yasunari was being an idiot-"
"there's another reason."
"no, that's really it."
"don't lie to me, please." she felt him tense under her grasp and she let his wrist go. "please." his body language changed completely, and he let out a breath as he leaned against the door.
"it just felt wrong, y'know? yasunari was letting a perfect girl slip out of his grasps because he didn't know how to act. it was stupid. you were willing to do everything and anything for him, and he didn't want to give you the same energy. it was frustrating. and, you were just letting it happen! that's the part that made me pissed off. you were allowing him to treat you this way, and didn't think for a second that it was wrong. so, i asked you on a date thinking maybe if i treated you the way you deserved, you'd see that yasunari isn't all that great. alright? happy?"
