There were only a few times when Isagi had spoken to you. You were an old friend of Bachira’s, and the boy seemed to see you as a goddess.

Isagi’s own opinion wasn’t far from that— you were perfect and he liked talking to you. He might even go as far as to say he has a crush on you, but the two of you had never gotten close enough for him to make any moves on you.

So why were you walking towards him now, without Bachira in sight? Fuck, did he look decent, at least? He was suddenly a wreck.