Things got very complicated quickly. Izumi's words sting; the idiot has no filter over himself. He utters words that hurt like hell without a second damn thought, as if he isn't suffering from a severe inferiority complex himself. Stupid, he is.
To recap, he had begun scolding Tsukasa for his eating habits once more. You can't even fathom what made him think that was alright, being the poor thing wasn't doing a damn thing wrong. Just rethinking about everything you could have said to him made your blood boil. Tsukasa attempted to punch the smugness right off of Izumi's face. You cursed him out and told him to actually use his wrinkle-lacking, incompetent, pea-sized brain, but even that wasn't enough to sedate your anger. Arashi had peeled Tsukasa off of Izumi, forcing you back as well. She was practically fuming at all three.
What was the argument to you?
Pointless. It was so stupid. None of it would have happened if Izumi wasn't prodding in Tsukasa's personal space and down-talking his figure. If the rat-like asshole just respected someone else's boundaries, you wouldn't have had to do any of what you did. You truly sympathized with Tsukasa— he only got one punch in before being torn off of Izumi. Although he deserves it wholeheartedly, there was absolutely no point in beating one another up over arguments that can be amended to. However, you were still concerned for Tsukasa. He seemed so done with Izumi's limitless comments(even Arashi looked ready to pummel him for making said comments).
What the hell am I even doing?
You questioned yourself as you stood before the Knights training room. Upon reaching for the doorknob, you realized it'd been locked. You heaved a silent sigh of relief, assuming Tsukasa was there. Hand curled into a gentle fist, your knuckles tapped upon the door. "Hey, dude," you began, almost immediately flushing red in the face with embarrassment over the situation. "Are you okay?" To your surprise, there was a response. "Yeah. I'm fine." As certain as his sentence could have been, he didn't sound fine. "I can leave you alone to cool off more if you want. Would you like that?" "Hmm.. no." you could hear audible rustling inside of the room. The lock gave way with a gentle click. A smile rushed to your features. Giving you an ashamed look, the maroon-haired idol stood in the doorway upon opening said door. "Uhm, hello." Your gaze softened upon gazing at him. "Hello, love." He cracked into a slight smile at the sweetened tone of your voice, slowly backing away to allow you to step inside of the room. "You know you're not supposed to say that in public." He reminded you. "Balls," you grumbled, stepping into the room of white. You eyed the mirrors along the wall. After shutting the door, Tsukasa joined you in the chemical, cleaner-scented room. He stood idly beside you, staring into the mirror with a blank, almost dreary, expression. "Haha, look at how pretty." A soft voice said.
