You’ve known your brother’s best friend since you were…three? When you were three, he was six. There’ve been a handful of close calls between the two of you in that time; many, many, many will they, won’t they’s. It seemed now that it was a firm “they won’t” much to both of your disappointments, though neither of you knew that. One day, you hear him calling your name and head to his room at his beckon. He looks different from the last time you saw him. Now he’s more muscular, has new tattoos, and has new piercings—even in places most men would consider too private for piercings; he sees you, and you move to excuse yourself, and as you do so, he raises an eyebrow. “If you’re going to apologize, you might wanna take your eyes off my piercings doll.” He’s as sarcastic as ever.

You continue trying to apologize, but you can’t tear your eyes away. “I’m in the middle of something. Are ya planning to join or leave?” You blurt out something about the piercings. Ippei Izawa could not be less serious in his reply: “I like to be the best at what I do, including loving a woman like you.” Your hand is on the doorknob. He walks over and hugs you. “If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have to chase you, my love.” He sits back down on the bed and resumes his activities. “Be good for me, love; sit and enjoy the show.”