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The drive back home from his college was peaceful. He had been blasting music and taking in the atmosphere of the city. It had been a while since he had been back in Kyoto to his parents’ home. He knew that Tokyo wasn’t all that far from Kyoto by any means. He just never felt the need to visit. His parents called, they talked and caught up that way.
Isagi truly didn’t know how he got to be so lucky to have such loving parents. Sometimes though, as most parents are, they are too loving.
Even now that he was an adult, they still babied him. It was a strange but reassuring feeling.
Of course, at times he wished that they would see him finally as their equal. But he knew deep down that they’re only ever going to see him as their baby boy who cried when it rained.
The scenery of Kyoto was still the same as always. The houses lined the sides of the streets in the most pleasing tones. The sun made the roof tops shimmer as they reflected light back to the atmosphere. It was so calming to him, he almost forgot how badly he missed it.
The summer sun beat down against his car making it have that weird stuffy heated air inside. Luckily, he was almost home. He would not have to endure the agony of heated air.
As he pulled into his parent’s driveway things felt off. The vibes were just all wrong. Isagi had an abnormal perspective of these things. He stared at the door to the home as he turned the car's ignition off. He then pocketed the key feeling the weight of it sink into the pocket of his pants. Taking a deep breath, he checked his hair in the mirror. It was shorter than he usually liked it, but his ever deep blue hues showed better. Not to mention the length made it easier for him to see all the time now.
He ruffled his hair up a bit. Smiled to himself in the mirror then opened the car door and slid out onto the pavement.
The air of the city hit him at once causing a million childhood memories to come rushing back to him.
He remembered how after seeing his first soccer game he begged and cried for his parents to get him a soccer ball. Which of course they caved into. They had never seen him want something like that so badly before.
When he had it, he remembered passing it around with his dad on the driveway. So many memories of him laughing and giggling with him while playing. He remembered how he’d hit the ball off the wall and sometimes even pretended it was a goal. All these memories made him smile. Soccer was his everything as a kid and he would always forget that fact until he returned home.
He shook his head. That was enough reminiscing for now. He could do more of that all summer. Hell, he would even get to talk about it more if he brought over some of his college friends this summer.
He started towards the door with a soft smile plastered to his face. Before knocking he took another deep breath. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He talked to his parents all the time. But why did this feel so different?
Isagi knocked on the door a couple times and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long because his parents quickly opened the door. They both had huge smiles on their faces. It was infectious making him smile just as hard right back at them.
God, it had been so long since he last saw them.
Both looked a bit older, a few new wrinkles taking their place under their eyes and around their mouths. To him his parents gaining wrinkles wasn’t sad but proof they lived a happy long life.
“Yoichi!” They both chorused. He just stood and laughed a moment before stepping inside to hug them both. “Hi Mom,” he said while hugging her tightly “Hi Dad.” He repeated and took him into his embrace too. His dad roughly pats his back before pulling away.
His mom then snatched Isagi’s face away from his dad, grabbing his cheeks and pulling, complaining that, “Yoichi, you never come to see us! You need to come by more; we are getting old you know!”
“You could’ve told me if you wanted me to visit more.” He chuckled looking at his mom. Her big brown eyes sparkled back at him with what could only be known as mother’s love. She finally released his face and Isagi sank back down into himself.
“I know, I know.” His mother repeated as she wandered away to the kitchen of their home. Iyo was always like that. She never commanded people to follow her as they just did. His father was the first one to walk off after her, and Isagi soon did too. After all, standing in the doorway would just be plain weird for him to do.
Iyo was now standing over by the sink washing the plates from dinner. He must’ve shown up after they finished eating. His father sat down at the table just outside the kitchen. Isagi followed him there.
The Isagi household wasn’t big by any means. It was on the smaller side of homes for sure. But that’s what made it so great for them. The atmosphere was always so warm and welcoming. His parents always told him that they never needed anything more than him and this house. The house held far too many memories for them, so they forever refused to move.
As he looked around, he noticed a few new items placed around. Most of which were just picture frames scattered around. Most of them were new-old images of Isagi. One was him at his first soccer tournament. One was a photo with him and his parents at his high school graduation.
High school didn’t treat Isagi the best and you can see it with his face in the image. He looked tired and drained. The smile in the image almost looked edited. Which even though he was truly so happy in the image. At the time things were hard and it was so tiring for him to even begin to smile.
He cleared his throat and looked away; he did not want to think of those times right now. Right now, it was all about family and seeing each other again after months apart.
As Isagi took in the space he felt his father’s eyes boring into the side of his head. When he turned to face his father, he looked away quickly.
Uhm, okay… was all that Isagi could think at that moment.
“Need something Dad?” He inquired. Normally if there was anything they would have told him by now. Are they scared to tell him something? They knew Isagi was extremely hard to make angry. Isagi could not even recount the last time he had ever gotten mad at his parents.
“No.” His father replied flatly, still not even looking at him.
Isagi glanced at his mother who was still washing the dishes. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The air had changed dramatically again. Something was seriously off now for sure. It was just plain uncomfortable now to sit in. The words his father said hung awkwardly in the air.
They really sucked at lying and it was saddening to see.
Isagi cleared his throat, “Mom? What’s up?” he placed his hands on the table, fidgeting nervously. He knew he was just staring wide eyed like a buffoon at his mom, but he needed to know. They never hid stuff from him and when they did it annoyed him greatly. But then again, his parents could never keep stuff secret from him for long.
He heard his mom pause in her scrubbing for a moment before she looked back at him. She had an almost sympathetic look on her face. It was scary to see in this situation to say the least. He swallowed.
“It’s not anything bad honey…” she started her tone somber and light, "we just didn’t know how you’d take it is all.” She glared at her husband.
Isagi could not help but snicker at the glare. It was funny to see his parents bicker from time to time. Even in serious situations like this.
“Well... what is it?” His palms were beginning to sweat at this point. They genuinely never did this kind of thing. It was mortifying. He was used to them just spitting things out when he asked.
She stared at the floor for a moment. Then back at him. Then at his dad. His dad was sitting quietly looking at his feet. Not even glancing at him.
“We both thought it would be best if you stayed at your grandparents this summer.”
The words hit Isagi hard. He was looking forward to a summer with his parents. Not his strict, stingy, angry, grandparents. He frowned.
Isagi was not mad. Not in the slightest. He has not seen his grandparents in well over 3 years. He should have contacted them for a visit to spend time. But this? A whole summer? How did they even get his parents to agree? They do not see him enough as is?
He took his hands off the table and rubbed one on the collar of his shirt. A common nervous habit he had ever since he was a little kid. “That’s… uh.. fine I guess.” He mumbled, not sure what to say to them.
To be fair they did not know what to expect from him either. They knew he was not the fondest of his grandparents. His parents weren’t even fond of them.
“We just thought the small town could do you some good Yoichi.” She started. He knew this was going to develop into a tangent from her trying to explain. “We also knew you aren’t exactly the fondest person of your grandparents… we are not either as you know,” she sighed, “but a change of pace could be what you need.”
What he needed after another school year of pure hell and despair was a nice easy rest at home. Where the sun shined brightly and plants lined outside the homes in pots.
He did not need a muddy, murky, foggy, depressing small town home.
“I was looking forward to spending my time with you guys.” Isagi grumbled more to himself than his parents.
Iyo and Issei glanced at each-other. Worry looks plastered to their faces.
His father finally decided to speak up. “C’mon son… you know we wouldn’t do this if we didn’t think it was for the best.” Issei tried his best to give a faint smile to him, but it looked fake.
“Yeah, yeah.” Isagi said dismissively. “When do I have to leave?”
“Preferably tomorrow. We told them we would get you there as soon as you got home but…” she trailed off and glanced at the time. It was too late to catch a train or drive to their home at this point. She must have also realized what she said sounds like she does not care about him as much as she says as she bit her lip.
Isagi just simply nodded and walked off to his room. He felt slightly bad for just storming off so when he got to the door of his room he glumly called back, “Goodnight!” He received no response back.
His room had stayed relatively the same since he left for college. The mess and disarray his room was usually kept in was gone. His desk had been organized differently since he left. Plus, all his stuffed animals had been put away somewhere besides a singular lobster stuffy that rested on the pillow of his bed.
As he wandered around the room, he looked at some of the stuff. Isagi’s walls were still covered in soccer posters of his childhood idols. His books were neatly stacked under his desk. His bed was made nicely with the blue sheets contrasting pleasingly with the white covers. Everything was kept so pristine in his room it was shocking.
The room almost felt like a tomb of sorts. Since he went to college, he focused majorly on his studies. Until now he almost entirely forgot how much he loved soccer. This room felt like it belonged to a long distant boy who no longer existed.
He walked over to his bed grabbing the lobster plushie and laying down. He held the lobster plushie to his chest as he looked up at his ceiling. It had a couple posters. The one in the middle was some soccer player he cherished as a kid. Isagi no longer remembered his name. His room felt and smelled stale. No one had lived there for some time.
Truly Isagi did not know how he ended up like this. Getting so absorbed in a world he felt had no meaning for himself. Although he still clung to the hope that some day, he would feel just as enchanted as he did the day he found soccer.
Closing his eyes he felt comfortable. Even with the impending ideation that he will have to endure his grandparents all summer. He felt oddly okay.
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Isagi woke up sprawled across his bed. Typically, he was a calm sleeper but last night apparently not.
One arm was underneath his pillows. The other still cradled the plushie. His body was half uncovered, half covered by his blanket. While a leg splayed off over the edge of the bed.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes and stretched out with a yawn. That was some of the best sleep he’s ever had.
Rolling over, Isagi grabbed the clock on the nightstand to look at. It was around 8:00am.
He had become so accustomed to waking up for classes his body did it automatically now. He set the clock back in its proper space and sat up.
He sat on the edge of the bed a minute to get his bearings then stood. He left his suitcase and clothes in the car thankfully so he would not have to lug it all back outside to his car.
Walking out of his room he was greeted by the aroma of bacon being cooked. If anything, he had not expected his parents to have made food this morning.
Walking into the kitchen he saw his mom cooking on the stove and his dad drinking coffee in the living room.
“Morning.” He said as he walked closer to his mom to see what exactly she was cooking. In the pan was just as he assumed bacon. But she was also baking some eggs with it. He hummed “that looks amazing.”
“Good morning and thank you sweetie.” His mom cooed back.
He couldn’t believe that he had this every day as a kid growing up. He took this domestic life for granted when he was younger.
Moving away from his mom and to the table in the living room his dad greeted him with a nod. In return Isagi smiled and sat down.
It didn’t take long for his mom to finish cooking and a place a plate of delicious looking food in-front of him. “Thank you.” He said to her and she just smiled and nodded.
He placed his hands together and whispered, ‘thank you for the food’ and began to dig in.
The eggs were cooked exactly right, the soft fluffiness of the scramble melted on his tongue. Isagi closed his eyes and relished in the flavor. It had been months since he had a proper meal let alone home cooking.
He next took a bite of the bacon which was also cooked to a T. It was crispy enough as to where it gave a satisfying crunch and the flavor still popped fresh in your mouth.
“Mom, this is REALLY good.” Isagi spoke with a mouthful of eggs and bacon.
“Well, I’m glad you like it.” She replied with a tilt of her head and a smile.
After breakfast Isagi and his family chatted for a while. It felt as if they were all ignoring the fact he now had to leave for the whole summer. Still, the conversation was nice. It has been a while since he has had a face-to-face conversation with them.
As time went by and his mother glanced at the clock she sighed. “I think it’s time you head out honey. I can text you their address.”
Isagi just nodded again. There was no point in complaining or putting up a fight. His parents did not deserve that from him because clearly; this was hard enough for them to do.
Hugging his parents' goodbye yet again was a sour feeling, but he brushed it off. He left the house, closing the door with a soft think! As it locked. Then wandered over to his car.
The sun was not out today. The overcast had blocked the sun and lowered the air temperature by a couple of degrees. It was nice at least cause then he would not have to be driving for an hour boiling alive in a crockpot.
Before getting in the car, he checked the back to make sure he indeed still had his bag. Then he went around to the front and got in.
His parents did not come outside to send him off. It made Isagi feel kind of upset. It would have been nice but he did not need it. He argued back to himself so he would not get more upset than he was.
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It was not until halfway there that it started to rain. At least it said he was getting close and then he would not have to travel again for a while. He had already been driving for at least an hour. The location tagged on the map said he only had about 30 minutes left.
Sighing in relief he pushed a bit more on the gas. The quicker he got there and got introductions and greetings over with the better.
The rain pelted his car. Streaming down the windows creating zig zagging lines that as a kid you would choose to race against one another.
The roads were empty and foggy. It made everything feel more alone. With the rhythmic beating of the rain and disperse of fog. You could almost pass it for the entrance to Silent hill. The only thing that you would be missing is the sign.
He could hear the wet gravel crushing and shifting under the weight of his car. Isagi had chosen to keep the radio off this car trip. He was not in the mood to listen to anything sad, happy, or otherwise. As a rule, he was to never drive while angry. If he turned on some ‘angry’ music, it would affect the mood. Then he really did not want to listen to someone talk about how life is sunshine and rainbows.
The road was one of those high up twisting and turning roads that you see when the main character in a horror film is traveling to their summer camp. Maybe, Isagi was being dramatic about it but truly that is what it felt like. Minus the possibility of being murdered by a man in a mask with a hatchet.
Though, having to spend time all day everyday with his grandparents might equate to that.
After a final turn he could finally see his grandparent's small town in the distance. They were on the side of a hill leading down to the coast. The fog floated up between the houses and faded into the trees. The clouds touched at the top of the hill they were sit on. It was beautiful to see. From this distance it could pass as a well-made oil painting.
As much as Isagi hated the gloom and the rain. Seeing this picture painted now as an adult he was entranced. He despised this place as a kid and coming up during the spring when it was extra rainy. All the people there too were old and cranky. The atmosphere is always tense and uncomfortable for a kid.
Could the atmosphere and the attitude of his grandparents change since he last saw them. Yes, it could have. But knowing what the place was like he doubted it.
He drove into the town now. It felt like a ghost town as no one was outside. There was an occasional person on the side of the street walking home but besides that there was no one.
His grandparent's house was near the center of the town. Just outside the main shopping center and adjacent to the food section of the town. That was one of the few things Isagi was looking forward to. The diners here had the best breakfast food ever.
Upon seeing his grandparents house he frowned. It looked far more run down than he remembered. The paint was peeling and chipped in multiple places. The blue was deeper at the top of the home and more of a puke green at the bottom. The roof of the house had moss covering it. The windows at least were in good condition. Everything else though he could not say the same for.
The door to the house was open, only the mesh outer door was closed. He did not know why they would keep it like that when it rained all the time. He could only imagine the damage to the flooring on the other side.
Isagi parked the car on the side of the street behind his grandparent's neighbor's car. He climbed out into the damp air and made his way up the cobble stone path to the shabby door.
He stood there a moment Contemplating if he could just run away still or if he should stay. But before he could even knock his grandma appeared behind the mesh of the door.
“Ah! Yoichi! You’re here.” She said a huge smile plastered on her face. It looked weird to him. He could not recall a single time he has ever seen his grandparents' smile. Let alone smile at him.
“Oh, uhm yeah.” He laughed nervously. She quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him inside.
The house's interior looked just like he remembered from when he was a kid. The floors were wooden. The walls were a different shade of blue, more of a grey than the exterior. On those walls lined many different wall decorations. For example, a ship's wheel right on the wall by the door. Then across from it a couple hooks full of jackets and some of his grandfather’s hats.
“Grandma, where’s Grandpa?” Isagi asked, looking at her as she led him further into the house. The old lady had a grip so tight on his arm he could see her fingers turning white.
“Oh, he’s in his room taking a nap.” She replied more dismissively than anything.
Isagi decided not to push the matter.
Grandma Isagi was leading him upstairs now. He assumed that she was taking him to where he would be staying.
That assumption was right. He knew his grandparents slept on the main floor and didn’t use the upstairs as much. They did not use it much because they were old and, ‘their joints are not as good as they used to be.’ So, the upstairs bedroom was never occupied.
The room was small; a bed was pressed up against the windowsill looking down to the coast. You could see the tall light house near the bottom of the shore from this window. The waves crashing against the rocks and rising up the sides of the building.
On the nightstand there was an empty vase. The dark wood had some damage to it from where old cups must have sat. There was another desk across the room and a TV near the end of the bed.
That was nice at least. He would not have to fight his grandparents for the TV downstairs in the living room. Lastly, there was a closet on the far-right corner completely adjacent from the bed.
“This is where you’re going to stay for the summer.” She finally said. Clearly watching him as he scanned the room.
“Alright, it is nice grandma. Thank you, guys, for having me.” Isagi spoke politely he did not want to push his luck if his grandma was in this good of a mood.
A smile spread across her face again. It still made Isagi cringe. “Of course, hunny.” She paused before continuing, “Why don’t you go get your bags from the car then me and your grandfather have a request from you.”
Hearing that made Isagi worry. What could they need him to do right after arriving? He just knew it was bouta be some bullshit. “Okay.” He said smiling like he was not scared of what it could be.
Making his way back down the cramped stairs and out the door. It started to rain heavily again. Which was just delightful! He ran to his car, unlocked the trunk and grabbed his bag out of it quickly. Then bolted back inside.
He heard some faint conversation happening in the kitchen but walked past it and back up the stairs. Trying to not bang his bag on every single step was difficult. The stairs were like those witches' stairs in other old homes.
When he got to the room, he just dropped the bag on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair. Isagi did not particularly wish to go back down and find out what his grandparents wanted. Nor did he want to leave this room in general. The rain was starting to cling to the window by the bed creating a nice soft glow of light into his room. Honestly, he was looking forward to sleeping in here.
Sadly, Isagi knew he had to leave to go talk to them eventually. He also didn’t want to trouble his grandmother more and make her come up here again. So, he took back off down the stairs. He would unpack his stuff later.
His grandma and grandpa were still in the kitchen chatting. She must have woken him up when he left to get his bags.
Walking into the room it was bright. For some reason everything in the room was white and had a more modern style. It looked completely different then the more rustic feel of the rest of the house. He squinted until his eyes adjusted to the artificial light bouncing off every surface.
He looked at his grandma and nodded to his grandpa. “You said you needed me for something.” He shifted in his feet. It was uncomfortable as hell. They were just staring at him. It was making him feel super self-conscious. He rubbed his hand over his collar and waited.
This time his grandpa spoke, “ah yes. Yoichi, would you be so kind as to run down to the fish market? Your grandma and I had placed an order but did not have the time to run and pick it up.”
“Oh yeah sure.”
The task was much simpler than he expected it to be. As he explained before, the food side of town is not that far from here. A couple blocks down to the coast. Other than that, compared to some other things they could have asked him to do this was easy.
“Thank you dear.” He heard his grandma say as he left the kitchen. Isagi did not know why they needed him to get their order of fish. They did not seem busy in the slightest. But he was not going to talk back to them moments after arriving.
By the door he grabbed one of his grandfather’s black raincoats. Isagi was not in the mood to get drenched. Then he slid his shoes back on and left out the door.
The air was far cooler here than in Kyoto. The near constant rain and showers were the reason behind that. The damp summer air simmered in his lungs. The air here was fresher and more open than the air in the cities.
The pathway down to the shops was narrow. The streets were supposed to be walked on since many cars did not fit on the streets. But this area had been made for car access, so the walkway was cut down to a quarter.
The rain pooled in-front of drains and in the potholes. Worms wiggled their ways around the stone trying not to drown or get crushed.
Isagi shoved his hands into his pants pockets. He watched where he was walking not wanting to accidentally crush a little worm. Stupid he knew there were so many, but he could not help but feel bad about crushing one of them.
On occasion, Isagi would look up and take in his surroundings. The houses were all condensed together. Some were hard to tell where they started and separated. Some had super narrow alley ways. In which he saw some cats darting in and out of.
He wondered how many cats there were in this town alone. It was a fishing town after all. He bet the cats loved it.
One of the key giveaways between different homes was at least the color schemes. Most had alternating colors like beiges and browns to some reds and blues. But for some reason some homes kept the color the same as their neighbors. Then you could only tell the differences by the signs out in-front of the houses.
Finally, he was getting close to the store his grandparents said that he needed to pick up from. There were more people down here. It was quite crowded. The smell of fish and the salty ocean filled his nose. Good thing Isagi enjoyed the smell or else this would be hell on earth.
The stall he was looking for was called ‘Good Fish.’ It must have taken them a long time to produce that name.
After a couple minutes of walking, he spotted it. It was a small booth tucked away into one of the far corners of the block. The sign was glowing; it had a pale-yellow emitting from it showing its age.
Isagi could not help but wonder if that meant his grandparents always bought from here. The stall looked like it could be that old.
As he neared the stall, he heard tons of laughter coming from inside it.
“Stop dousing me in water Bachira! I am trying to cut up the fish here!” A man yelled from the back of the stall. He could see a different skinny guy in-front wearing an apron. His hair was brown and the underside of it bleached to a yellow.
Isagi waited outside the stall for him to notice. The stall was cold. Out front there were a lot of fish on ice. Isagi could not name one of them by memory. There were also a bunch of different signs plastered around. Most of them mentioned sales, deals and even some just had fish puns on them.
Eventually the brunette who he assumed was named Bachira because of whoever shouted that name from the back. Noticed Isagi’s presence. Now that Isagi saw his face they looked to be around his age.
That came as a shock to him because he thought everyone in this town was old. But surprisingly not considering this guy was in-front of him. Bachira leaned forward over the counter in the stall smiling wildly.
His smile showed all his teeth. It almost made the man look insane or just super happy. His eyes glistened in the dull lighting of the stall. “Hey! I have not seen you around before? You new?” The bob cut chirped.
Isagi scratched the back of his head nervously. This guy was overly nice. Definitely an extrovert. Isagi was nothing like that. “Ah yes, I am staying with my grandparents. They sent me down to collect an order.”
Bachira smiled even brighter. Isagi did not know that was humanly possible. “Alrighty! My name's Bachira by the way. You look my age, how old are you? Oh! Also, what’s your name? I need it for the order you know.” He giggled. He spoke with his hands making gestures here and there that Isagi didn’t know how to follow.
Not to mention Bachira’s voice was super child-like. It only added to his characteristics that he showed outwardly. The man clearly had no shame in who he was. Isagi almost envied that.
It took Isagi awhile to process all the questions Bachira had asked. He just kept asking one after another. Rubbing his head in his collar he made eye contact with Bachira.
“My name is…” He trailed off forgetting his own name for a moment. “Oh! Isagi. The order should be under that name too.” He also gestured with his hand in little circle motions. God, he hated introducing himself. He was always overly awkward, and it made him want to die. He did not even want to think about what Bachira thought. Shortly after, Isagi quickly added, “I am 19 too.”
Bachira clapped his hands together and jumped. “Wow! So, we are the same age! We could spend some time together, you know, Isagi.”
Isagi’s eyes widened in surprise, “oh uh sure.” He felt kind of dumb founded. Normally it was not this easy to make friends or acquaintances. Perhaps Bachira just had that charm with people. Based on this he would not be surprised.
“I have some friends around here the same age too. You’ll love them! My butcher back here is one of them. I’m sure you heard him yelling.” Bachira turned his head back leaning with it too, “ain’t that right Kunigami!”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He heard the deep voice from before reply again.
“Anyway!” Bachira cheered. “I’ll go get your order now.” He turned and skipped away leaving Isagi to sit with his thoughts.
He looked at his hands, fiddling his thumbs together. Isagi was never an overly social person. He often has a hard time making friends. He did not understand why Bachira just ‘chose’ him. It was like when you were a kid and some random person on the playground would come up to you saying, ‘you’re my friend now!’ In general, Bachira just had that vibe about him. It was not bad. Isagi was almost fond of it.
Maybe having someone to hangout with around here will make staying here less suffocating. Soon, Bachira came back holding a basket with some fish wrapped in brown bags.
“There you are!”
Isagi almost swore the guy never stopped smiling. He took the basket from him. “Need me to return the basket after?”
Bachira nodded eagerly.
“Drop it off sometime tomorrow,” he said, “I should be on duty then too.”
“Okay.” Isagi smiled back at him as he was turning to leave and Bachira called again.
“Oh Isagi! When you do, stay for a while! I’d love to get to know you more. You seem interesting!”
“Uhm alright.” Isagi replied, giving him a thumbs up and tilting his head. Then he finally started walking off back up to his grandparents' home.
Somehow the food center had managed to get more crowded. He supposed it was around dinner time, so it made sense.
Isagi began weaving his way through the crowd trying to break out into the other end away from everyone. Unfortunately, this hurried method of his led him to crash into someone.
He tripped over falling on his face and dropping the basket. Luckily, none of the fish spilled out onto the ground.
“Ugh.” Isagi groaned, rubbing his head. He looked up at the guy he crashed into, “I’m sorry man.” He whined, still rubbing his head. It really hurt, the guy must have been made of metal or something.
“Tch,” the man said, the greens of his hat catching in the light above him. “Watch where you're going.”
This guy also looked to be around his age. He had long bottom lashes and long bangs that framed over his face. He could pass for an angsty emo guy if he wanted to.
“I said I’m sorry.” Isagi grumbled. He hoped the man did not hear that but judging from his expression, or was that just his face? He definitely did. Scoffing, the man turned away and walked off disappearing in the crowd.
Isagi quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed the basket. He checked to make sure everything was still inside of it. Thankfully, everything was and nothing got damaged.
That guy, what a dick. Isagi thought to himself as he looked after where he disappeared to.