The Beautiful Moon

Ichiro couldn't help but think Nanao was like the moon.

Even before they had met Karurusu, he saw similarities between them. Nanao was beautiful, and had an oddly calm aura to him. He wasn't too radiant to look at, so he couldn't be the blinding sun. But Ichiro liked it that way, it made it easier to admire him.

Despite his sadistic tendencies, when push came to shove Ichiro felt… Safe around him. If they ended up staying at school or at Kurotama until a bit late, Nanao would often offer to accompany all the club members until everyone was home, even though his house was the closest one.

Ichiro liked that his own house was the one furthest away. It meant he could have extra alone time with Nanao, even if he was too shy and overwhelmed by that fact to even talk to him.

Sometimes he wondered what Nanao would say if Ichiro invited him to stay the night, perhaps under the guise of not wanting him walking around alone at night himself. But Ichiro never managed to get the courage to ask that…

Maybe one day, he'd be brave enough to not be so shy around him…