[ aaaaaa this is marshmallow hell at its finest. why can't madara leave izumi alone with his chest, huh? not that izumi would blame him for reacting like that - they've been so weird towards each other since that orientation, since that talk they had about leo over DMs.

he's strangely wordless at the comment about being cute, but he wriggles out of madara's grasp again, leaning back on his seat with a huff and a hand on his hair to fix it. ugh. ]

I'd wear gloves, stupid. Besides, I can just hire someone to tune it up for me every once in a while. [ ... ] Or you can just teach me how.