"help me understand." ISHIMONDO

unfamiliar.

(ishimaru's pov)

i woke up in a room i didn't recognize and had someone's arms wrapped around me.
i tried to piece together the events from the previous night, but my memory was so foggy, and i had a migrane.
i look up to see who's arms are around me to see owada, and then all the memories flooded back.
'i kissed him. we kissed eachother.'
and then the memories of my father beating me to a pulp and leaving me to die on the floor of my living room. then owada came.
'owada saved my life.'
why does it feel so unfamiliar?
i poke owada in the forehead, hoping it'll wake him up, but it didn't.
so i grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him awake. his eyes shot open. "w-what the fuck.. oh, morning ishimaru." he said, obviously tired.
"good morning owada." i replied.
"is there something you needed?" he asked.
"not really, i just didn't want to be alone.."
"well why didn't you say so?" he said, laughing a little. his hair wasn't in its usual style, he had it pulled back into a bun. it was a little weird seeing him with a different hairstyle, but i really liked it.
"are you feeling okay ishimaru? you're spacing out a whole lot right now." he pointed out.
i snapped out of it. "yeah, i'm okay, just a little spacey from being tired and just waking up." i responded.
i wasn't okay, but i didn't wanna tell him that.

(owada's pov)

the images of yesterday replayed in my brain over and over again. walking into ishimaru's house and seeing him nearly dead on the floor of his living room. the hospital visit. the drive to my house when ishi thought that i was gonna HIT him. the kiss. the second kiss.
did i make a mistake kissing him?

and i can only imagine the thoughts going through ishimaru's head. i feel terrible.

"well now you're the one acting spacey owada." ishimaru said, punching me in the shoulder.
"your punches are weak ishimaru." i said, poking fun at him.

"so about last night owada... did you actually mean what you said.? about liking me? and the kiss... are you only doing this because you pity me because of what my dad did. you can tell me. i won't be angry. in fact, i don't even blame you if that's the case. i'm not likable." he said, not making any form of eye contact with me.
i was obviously taken aback by his words.
'does he really think that?'
"no ishimaru, it's not because i pity you. it's because i love you for one, and for two your dad is an abusive prick, and i can take care of you. if anyone hurts you ever again i'll make them regret it." i said, holding his head close to my chest.
he was slient for a minute, as if he was thinking, and needed time to process it.
finally after a minute he spoke.
"i love you too owada..."