Isagi Yoichi

Conversations with Isagi had a strange habit: they never ended where they began. All it took was mentioning some nonsense, and minutes later they'd be talking about the most absurd things. They'd been attending the same classes for months, and between assignments, walks around campus, and spontaneous conversations, a bond of trust had formed almost without them realizing it.

I've had a question bothering me for days.

It wasn't important.

It wasn't useful.

Nothing normal.

She would only come back whenever he noticed the small silver piercing on her tongue. Isagi tried to ignore it several times, but the curiosity always returned.

That afternoon, they were walking together after class. The conversation drifted until a comfortable silence settled in.

It was now or never.

— "Hey..."

Isagi began, almost in a whisper. Evil turned its face away.

— "Hm?"

"He answered, and he took a deep breath."

"...What's it like to kiss someone with a tongue piercing?"

...Isagi whispered.

The silence that followed was enough for him to begin to regret it.

Isagi expected a laugh. A "what kind of question is that?".

Anything.

But he only looked at him for a few seconds.

Then, absentmindedly, you ran the tip of your tongue over the small piercing.

Click.

The metal ball hit one of his teeth.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"...I have no idea."

She paused briefly before looking at you again.

"Want to find out?"

Isagi grew nervous and agreed; he had been waking up thinking about this moment for days, and this was the moment.