Ichimatsu holds up a sign that says “0 (literal) SHITS GIVEN IN ___ DAYS,” the blank space filled in with a “35” with a dry erase marker. “Look at this. Please don’t mess this up for me. I’m imperfect, but the floor is clean.”
Aw ichi, you wouldn’t fuck up! There’s no way you could do anything wrong because whoever the lucky person would be, they’d know that you loved them and were trying~!
“But I don’t know if trying is enough sometimes. We’re getting too deep, you guys didn’t come here for dread. Panic doesn’t sell drinks, right?” He groans and leans his head onto his hands.
And if that person loved you no matter what, even if you believe you’ve messed up?
“I’d be worried that I’d let them down anyway.” He scrapes under purple-painted nails to check for dirt. “I mean, good for them, I’m not anxiety shitting nearly as much as before. Well tailored pants and fancy belts hinder the process, so. Basically all I have in mind is ‘not shit, hopefully.’”
*tears in eyes* when will ichimatsu see himself as the blessing he is the world
“When I start being a blessing.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
please blow us i kiss i will send you 500 pictures of cats if you do it
He leans closer in curiosity, face still blank. “Five hundred different pictures?”
How would you feel ichi, having someone innocently looking up from beneath you with eyes full of unconditional love and wanting? You truly deserve it, Ichi 💜
He sinks lower in his chair, pulling part of the hoodie over his face because he’s not out of frame, why can he not get lower, damn it? “I’d be freaking out a little because that is a lot of pressure to be under and there’s a high chance that I’ll fuck it up.”
Ichi I love you
He frowns. “To quote Bo Burnham, ‘No, you don’t, you love the idea of me.’”
you can’t tell, but im making it rain on my side of the computer, im throwing 20’s for you so STRIP STRIP STRIP STRIP STRIP.
He shrugs. “I’m not getting them, so.” He holds one hand flat, and mimes brushing a stack of bills off of it one by one with the other. “No, no, no, no, no.”
ichimatsu why won’t you love your memers, my feels have wounds that will never heal
Ichimatsu stares into the camera. He blinks about three times before speaking up. “I forgot the term ‘feels’ was a thing, thanks for the reminder.”
Ahhh, hello Ichimatsu-kun! Remember me? (grins widely) Thank you so much for the comforting words a few weeks ago, you seriously are a hero. Ah—! Anyways! Have you been able to visit the strays lately? How’re you doing?
Ichimatsu looks a bit amazed. “I do, I do. Hey, um. You been holding up ok? You don’t need to thank me, you know, it’s ok. I’m no big deal.” He does smile, though. Just a little bit. He forces it back down and shrugs. “Any time I can, yeah. Jyuushimatsu said he’d take over for me today, so that’s nice. I’m tired, as usual, but I should hold out for you guys. If you’re bored enough to watch trash rot, I may as well make it amusing.” He pauses a moment before adding on, “Be safe, ok?”
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