WATCH THE SKIES, TRAVELLER
Ishimaru’s sense of humor is fucked up.
i edited the poster so its better now
we both live with the memory, but ishida is stronger then me… he protects what i can not.
(So someone pointed out an oversight in a lot of Ishimondo fic. And then I wrote this.)
Mondo is waiting for Ishimaru when the last bell of the school day rings. He’s not in class himself, of course, but the prefect certainly is, and Mondo’s best attempts at convincing the other to skip class in favor of making out around corners of the school have been thoroughly rebuffed, usually accompanied by an expression of wide-eyed shock that would make Mondo laugh if Ishimaru weren’t so damn sincere about it.
So he waits. He’s not patient about it — by the time the bell rings he’s dug a groove nearly an inch into the hard-packed ground under his heels just from idle kicking — but he waits, and when the bell rings he straightens up and sighs in relief well before he actually spots Ishimaru’s blinding white jacket from across the courtyard. The other boy sees him just as quickly, adjusting his route to comes straight through the crowd to Mondo, dodging people so efficiently that they tend to stop in surprise and end up more inconvenienced than if he walked like a normal person.
HES FUCKING COVERING HIM WITH HIS JACKET LIKE A GOD DDAMN BLANKET HOLY SHIT
Height?: like 5’5
Age?: like 14-18??
Voice pitch?: low-ish
Sleeping position, Do I drool or Snore in my sleep? : on ur back, u snore
Favorite Color?: purple
Morning, Noon, Or Evening Person?: evening
Anything Else?: idk lol