#Kentaro Tone

[orenoanime]

The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses

Komura starts his school year with a new seat neighbour in homeroom—the bespectacled Mie. Before long, he’s nursing a raging crush on his quirky classmate who’s always forgetting her glasses! While this might be ideal for Komura to get to know Mie better, will his poor heart give out from the daily strain of being up close and personal with the girl he likes?!

[rintoshis-archived]

fav!character who loves seeing his frame devour you. the way his clothes just swallow you whole, your thighs barely visible. he thinks it's fucking adorable. you tried his pants before but wore his boxers instead. that sight alone drove him mad.

the times where you had to physically climb him in order to get something off a shelf or on the top of the cabinet, he loves it. instead of volunteering to get it for you, he knew you were too prideful to let him do all of the work. your hands grabbing onto his large biceps and toned back, his thin shirt giving you a glimpse of his nipples.

the little things where you still choose to sit on his lap other than any chair available, where he gets to wrap his big arms around you, completely engulfing you.

or when he's wearing a hoodie a little too big for him, (which was huge for you) you like to crawl underneath it, feeling his mellow skin warm you up more than any hoodie or sweater can. he loves it, trust me, he fucking loves it.

he loves helping you out. he isn't sure if his love language is acts of service, or he just loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, cause he's the first one you shout out for when you need help. he's always one call away. ''___'' ''___?'' ''___!'' and he's sprinting to where you are.

whenever he sees you doing something, if it's painting your nails, doing your hair, drawing, brushing your teeth in the morning with messy bed hair, he just loves seeing you in your element.

it might be weird, but he just feels so much better when he sees traces of you everywhere in your home. your toothbrush beside his, a plushie sat on your bed together, your small shoes beside his, your things on your side of the sink, and his things on his side of the sink, your towels being two different colors, he just loves it.

it might be corny, but he just loves you... being there. you two could be doing nothing and could still sit there for hours. one look from you and he folds immediately.

he's fucking whipped.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 ; (BEFORE WILD CARD) RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, OKUHITO IEMON, GIN GAGAMARU, SHOEI BAROU, AOSHI TOKIMITSU, TABITO KARASU, KENYU YUKIMIYA + ..

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ; DAICHI SAWAMURA, ASAHI AZUMANE, TETSURO KUROO, LEV HAIBA, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, KENTARO KYOTANI, TAKANOBU AONE, KOUTAROU BOKUTO, WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA, SUGURU DAISHO, ATSUMU MIYA + ..

and other of your favorite characters !

[sweetfushi]

HIS RED FLAGS

angst, hurt/comfort | rintaro suna, kotaro bokuto, satori tendo, kentaro kyotani x reader, difficulties with expressing oneself, difficulty taking criticism, harsh bluntness (unintentional), anger issues | word count. 0.4k ◦ notes. they're trying their best </3

RINTARO SUNA

Sometimes he finds it hard to express himself, not necessarily because he’s faced trauma or hardship, but because he’s never exactly had anyone open up to him. He appreciates that you’re so willing and confident in him to express your own emotions but he sort of just stares at you when you wait for him to do the same. Especially when you’re arguing, he’ll say most things with an unintentionally apathetic tone, despite the fact that he truly means well. You can’t always detect that though, thus resulting in you feeling severely neglected.

KOTARO BOKUTO

He finds it difficult to take criticism, even where it’s constructive. Even when you politely call him out on something, his mood and smile will drop instantly. He views criticism almost as a way of making fun of his capabilities to do things, even when people have the opposite intention. He’d listen when you try to reason with his sudden change in mood, telling him that what he views as hate is actually the product of love and how much people care for him. It would take him a few hours to snap out of his bad mood.

SATORI TENDO

Although he tries the best he can to do otherwise, Tendo speaks his mind. Initially, you viewed it as a green flag, grateful that he was honest with you. However, sometimes you needed sweet treatment in times of despair or pain, and he had trouble holding his tongue. His teasing tended to turn into blunt remarks that you had to glare at him for, which would quickly make him seal his lips after apologising promptly. Sometimes he catches himself before you do once he sees your expression start to anger, which would cause him to reword whatever spills from his mouth.

KENTARO KYOTANI

He gets mad quick. God knows he’s trying, especially for you, but his therapist had insisted that you must be patient with him for both your sakes. He’d get mad over the smallest things and stare at you incredulously when you do nothing but smile sheepishly at his outbursts. Yes, it satiates him slightly to see you so calm, but it also just causes him to walk away with a fire still heated in his chest. He always apologises though, you never have to prompt it out of him, he’d eventually approach you with his hands in his pockets and an apology spilling from his lips (following which you’d tackle him in a reassuring hug).

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[loveliest-venus]

You don’t give him the chance to get jealous.

How could he? When you don’t even realize how utterly dismissive of other possible “suitors��� you are. Not giving anyone a second glance, eyes straying over to where he is if you two happen to be in the same room, reserving that sweet tone of your voice for when you call his name, shamelessly flashing that pretty ring he gave you whenever someone gets too close for comfort.

It’s not as if he wants to be jealous, far from it. It’s just baffling to think that, in all of your years together, he can’t remember any time he felt threatened by another. To make him burn with anger and freeze in fear over losing you is but a mere fantasy for those who admire you from afar, knowing that you will never like them back.

It hits him one day when you're all hanging out with your shared circle of friends and acquaintances, laughing at their antics and engaging in friendly banter with those closest to you. His friends, in particular, are well aware of his jealous streak, inquiring about the green-eyed beast they had seen in his younger years with past lovers. If the confused look on your face isn't enough indication, his own hesitation before answering gives them all the information they need. They're skeptical, of course. Him? Never getting jealous? What a joke.

"I've never seen him jealous," your earnest answer leaves them gobsmacked, now staring at him as if he's sprouted four more limbs. "he's not really the jealous type." That's a lie and he knows it, so why can't he think of any event that proves it? He frowns, glancing back at you as if you'd know any better than him. But the loving glint in your eyes when he meets your gaze it's like a sucker punch to the gut, heart throbbing at the sheer adoration making you glow.

Of course, he realizes. It's not that he's suddenly become the type of man who can see his love being flirted with without batting an eye or that he gives people the benefit of the doubt. It's that you have single-handedly helped him overcome his insecurities, healing his emotional wounds with your unbridled love and unwavering loyalty. Similarly, his commitment to you is just as strong, as the trust you've built the longer your relationship progressed further deepened your bond.

He's feeling breathless, in awe of you and hopelessly lovestruck, staring at you as if you're the only person in the room. Your shared friends jokingly gag at the sight, teasing remarks and cat-calls filling the room when he boldly leans in to kiss you, melting into you when your lips move against his own with practiced ease.

It's perfect, he can only sigh in bliss, once again realizing that he'd never find someone who loved him like you did. Someone he loved just as deeply, wholly, and desperately.

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[13a07s]

Nail Appointment

(Kentaro Kyotani)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 27kira_dax27]

Requested by: Myself :)

Word Count: 3,570

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I know it's common that people think Mad Dog is a distance lover but I disagree. I think he'd be a clingy, 'always proving what's his' kind of lover

Choking

Biting

Hickeys

Kentaro having no PDA shame

Mentions of Social Anxiety

This is not a Oikawa hate account; love the man, he's just an ass in this fic, okay? :,(

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"Puppy?" I mutter, my focus on my nails. My polish chipped at some point today, leaving a gap in the honey-colored paint I got to match my boyfriend's eyes.

Instantly, Kentaro is behind me, his chest to my back and his hand around my throat. The rings decorating his ring and pointer fingers are pressed into the skin of my neck, gentle enough to indent the flesh but light enough not to leave a bruise. "Don't call me that," he grumbles, tone harsh but his head dipping down to be closer to my voice. "What do you want?"

"Kyotani!" My pup's teammate - Yahaba - yells with a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't grab at your partner like that. Would it kill you to act like a gentleman?" Kentaro ignored his teammate, a soft growl and a tightening of his hand around my throat as he rolls his eyes.

"My nails are chipped," I mutter, his attention instantly on my hands.

His free hand jumps up, gripping my fingers. Kentaro holds it up to his eyes, forcing my fingers to spread wide as he looks over my nails. "You're expensive. Stop being such a goddamn klutz," he groans, rubbing at the chipped nail.

That sends Yahaba into another lecture, chewing my boyfriend's ear off about lacking respect for me and talking down to me in 'such a degrading manner'.

Again, Kentaro ignores him, dropping my hand to tug his phone out of his pocket. His thumb rubs up and down my neck, his fingers routinely flexing against my skin as he taps away at his phone. "Shut up, Yahaba. Your voice is obnoxious," he finally grumbles, showing me the screen of his phone.

As I look over the screen, the two second-years bicker back and forth. Kentaro scheduled me a nail appointment for after school; four-thirty to be exact. It's Monday, which means it's an off day from practice, so he'll probably come with. Usually, he takes me to get my nails done on Fridays; his other off day of the week.

The fact that he just paid three days ago to get done is what he's mostly irritated about. Maybe I'll be able to convince him to let me pay for the redo. "Hey, Puppy?" Instantly, his attention is on me again, dropping the fight he's in the middle of. He lets out a grunt, squeezing my throat in acknowledgment. "I'll pay for my appointment."

Kentaro lets out a grunted laugh, all five fingertips rubbing against my throat now. "Over my dead body. I pay for your nails, end of discussion."

"Kyotani!" Yahaba yelps again, face reddening the longer the bickering goes on. "Stop being so rude to your partner. You're such an ass. You deserve better, you know that?" He asks, focusing on me as he rambles on about my boyfriend's 'lack' of softness.

"Ken-Chan is perfect." The nickname gets me a huff, a turned-up nose, and a tighter grip from Kentaro.

"Disgusting," he grumbles, his hand finally falling away from my neck. It lands on my shoulder, gripping me as his head lowers. "Have you eaten?" He husks out lowly, his grip tightening on me. I shake my head no, a low grumble filling my ear after I answer. "Did you eat breakfast?" Another head shake and disapproving growl. "Dumbass, no wonder your stomach has been upset all day."

I'm let go, my little bulldog storming away to find me some food as he grumbles about my lack of eating. Yahaba shoots after him, another lecture warming up as he trudges after my boyfriend.

I'm not left alone for long, not that I'm really alone. Kentaro's teammates are littered around the lunch table, a few of their partners mixed in as well. "Less Mad Dog-Chan!" His captain's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from my phone. The playboy is beaming in front of me, his favorite fangirl of the day wrapped around his arm. "Where's the Og Mad Dog at?"

"Probably sticking his foot up your ass," I mutter, sending the captain a strained smile. I don't have a problem with anyone that has an issue with my boyfriend. He comes off as mean, has a bad attitude, and can be quite intimidating, so I get why most people don't get along with him or have bad vibes around him. Despite that, I can't help that I don't click with Oikawa. He annoys me. His ego, his player vibes, his cockiness, his ego again; I just can't overlook how he acts.

"Oh La La, you little poodle. You got teeth too, don't you?"

"Ya, and she uses them on my neck every night," Kentaro growls from behind me, the suddenness breaking my defiance instantly. I can be a hard ass now and again, but he's a hard ass ninety percent of the time. "Jealous much?" He grumbles, his hand back around my throat, squeezing it enough to cut off a bit of my airway.

"Knock it off," Kentaro's ace and arch-rival butts in, smacking the captain upside his head. "You knock it off too," the older boy adds, shooting my pup a glare.

Kentaro grumbles, head bowing down again to nibble on my neck, his teeth sliding against the skin right above his fingers. "Dumb shitty-kawa. Sizing up my baby, calling you a damn poodle, dumb ass little," he cuts off his ramble with a soft growl, snipping at my skin a little harsher.

"Ken-Chan," I whisper, tugging my head away from his teeth.

He grumbles a sorry, his tongue quickly lapping at the sore spot before he jerks away from me; no more teeth and no more fingers pressed into my neck. "I got you a salad - don't start bitching," Kentaro cuts himself off, ending my pouting fit before I can start it. "I got you a chocolate bar and one of those stupid cold coffee things you drink."

The food is laid in front of me, my pissy boyfriend sitting sideways on the bench as he continues to simmer over his fights with Oikawa and Yahaba. Reluctantly, Kentaro rests his head on my shoulder, shooting glares toward his captain.

I pop the salad open, working on opening my utensils and mixing the contents and sauce of the salad. Every few bites, I hold a fork full toward him. Kentaro grumbles during everyone, insisting he 'doesn't need that rabbit food' but eats every bite I offer.

Slowly, his simmering ends, my pup loosening a bit as things settle down. When Kentaro is finally settled, his head shifts, chin on my shoulder so he can stare at my profile. His arms stretch out, one in front of me and the other one behind my back. His joints pop and crack as he stretches, the front arm resting across my hips as the back one toys with my skirt, fingertips balling up the material of my waistband so he can cling to me.

He uses the hold on my skirt to pull me closer, the leg closest to him being shifted onto his lap. Kentaro's mouth is attached to my neck again, a bit of teasing rising but quickly shot down by a glare. He sucks gently, his canines sliding against my skin now and again as he enjoys himself.

I swear my boyfriend has an oral fixation, the hickeys coating my thighs, chest, and stomach being proof of that. If Kentaro wasn't worried about ruining my perfect school record, I'm sure my neck would be littered in proof of his mouth too. "Talk," he orders, snipping at my neck again, careful not to nick me like he did before.

"I think I'm going to do teal for my - "

"No."

"- I suppose I can do the honey color again. Maybe I'll get yellow with black stripes on my ring fingers to match your hair," I ramble, doing what my boyfriend wants. Kentaro isn't much of a talker but he enjoys listening, so our conversations are usually me talking nonstop with him offering grunts or short answers in response.

He happily settles back to gently sucking and nibbling on my skin, one hand clinging to my skirt tighter as the other one starts toying with my waistband. Clingy, moody, pooch of mine.

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A long huff is pushed out of Kentaro's nose as he holds the salon door open for me. A salon isn't his place, my edgy boyfriend standing out like a sore thumb surrounded by so many women, the soft music, and the pastel pink vibe of the place.

Despite the space unofficially being a 'women only' place and relatively safe, he's still attached to me. His hand is loosely settled on my stomach, opening me up to be enveloped by the rest of him, head on a spiral, and his usual resting bitch face present.

"Welcome... in," the receptionist greets, starting cheery but the tone quickly falls when her eyes slide over to Kentaro.

Her eyes jump around my boyfriend, taking in the piercings littered across his eyebrow, his nose, and the dozen or so punched into his ears. She doesn't know - I sure do - about his tongue being pierced too. Outside of school and volleyball, Kentaro is always decked out in black and gold. Gold piercings, gold rings, and his gold chain necklace.

The jewelry paired with his eyeliner, his full black outfit of a hoodie and ripped jeans, his perfectly polished combat boots, and the dyed blonde hair give off an irking vibe. One that is making the receptionist nervous.

Instinctually my hand shifts backward, fingertips wrapping around the chains hanging out of his pocket, one keeping his wallet clipped to his pants and the others being his 'edgy' jean chains. His hand slides off my hip, wrapping up in the chains so his fingertips can rub against mine.

"We have a four-thirty nail appointment. It should be under Kyotani," he grumbles, jerking me closer to his body. Despite his hardness, Kentaro is pretty good at calming down my social anxiety.

"Um... the... the appointment is for... one person?"

"Ya," he grumbles, bitch face shifting into more of a 'you're dumb' expression.

"You should get your nails done with me," I murmur, yanking on the chains as I turn my head up to look at him.

"I'm not doing that pussy shit," he rumbles, flicking his eyes at me before settling on the receptionist.

"Please?" I try pushing, adding a hint of a whine to my tone. "We could get matching nails. You could do black with yellow strips. It would be cute."

"No."

"Pretty please?" I repeat, adding more of a whine to my voice. I drop the chains from my hold, my arms wrapping around his neck to tug him closer to me. A growly sigh rumbles in Kentaro's throat, a pissy look stamped on his face as one of his eyes twitches. "For me? Please?"

He jerks a bit, standing up straight but leaving my arms wrapped around his neck. "Could I change the appointment to a double manicure?" He mumbles, gently dragging me forward so we're closer to the desk.

"Sure," the receptionist peeps out, clicking at the computer for a few moments. "It'll be a few moments until we can take you back," she whispers, tone super soft as she motions towards the waiting chairs.

I'm jerked in the direction of the chairs, Kentaro dragging me toward the waiting area. He settles into a chair, full man spread going on as he tugs me backward. I'm left between his legs, sitting in his lap with the wallet and phone in his pockets being pressed into my ass. He has no shame, hands shoved under my shirt and rubbing just above the waistband of my pants.

It doesn't take long until his mouth is attached to my throat, sucking just below the start of my jaw. His fingers jab into one of the hickeys poking out above my waistband, small waves of numbing pain aching from the force. My nerves are on edge, glances and judgmental looks being aimed our way. All of which are shot back a glare from Kentaro.

"Mr and Ms Kyotani?" A voice calls after a few minutes, another long huffy sigh flowing from my boyfriend.

He stands up, pushing me out of his lap as his hands push on my stomach, stopping me from any possibility of falling over. "That's us," I chirp, waving at the masked lady as I try shoving down my anxiety and the soft buzz of being referred to by my boyfriend's last name.

The lady nods, motioning us forward. Kentaro leads me, his arms tightening on me when we pass a male nail tech. He shoots the uninterested man a glare too, as jealous as ever. "Damn jerk, can't keep his eyes to himself," he grumbles, nipping at my earlobe.

"Maybe he's just staring because you're trying to crawl into my skin," I coo, trying to loosen his hold on me. Kentaro gives in, letting his arms hang loose on me as we finish the walk.

"One here, one here," the lady orders, tapping the spot in front of her and then the spot in front of the nail tech next to hers. We settle into our chairs, my hands instantly jumping up to lie on the small table. Kentaro's eyes flicked toward me before he repeats the action. "What are we doing to your nails today?" The lady asks, settling into her chair before she snatches my hands, looking them over.

"I want them a sort of pale yellow, as close to his hair color as possible," I start explaining, nodding toward Kentaro. "Then two horizontal black lines on both my ring fingers. He wants black with the same ring design but in the yellow of my nails," I finish explaining, turning toward his nail tech to fill her in on his request. Both ladies nod, leaving us long enough to fetch the colors I asked for and whatever else they need.

"This is dumb. I'm going to get so much shit from the team," Kentaro bitches, slouching in his chair with his hands still pressed flat to the table.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. It's fine, puppy," I hum, shrugging my shoulders. It would make me a bit sad if he bowed out now after agreeing to get his nails done with me, but I want Kentaro to be happy. Bickering and teasing from his teammates over his nails being painted won't make him happy.

"It's not fine," he barks, glancing around when heads shoot our way. "You asked me to do it so I'm going to do it," he grumbles, tone a lot softer this time. "And stop calling me that."

"Would you prefer asshole?" I tease, a smile crawling on my face.

"Don't call me that either," he pouts, slouching in his chair more with his arms crossed over his chest. "Puppy is fine," he grumbles, sparing me a glance as he keeps up his half pissy half pity party act. "I can't believe I'm doing this dumb shit."

"Then don't do it."

"I already told you I'm doing it," he barks again, his tone still a lot softer than before but as bitchy as ever. "I have a gross want to make you happy. If making you happy looks like dumb cheesy ass matchy girl nails then that's what I'll do."

"It will make me happy."

"Good," he grunts, some of the tension in his body loosening at the knowledge that his actions are bringing me joy. The tension isn't gone for long, the tightness of his shoulders reappearing when the nail techs make their way back to us. "This is so dumb," Kentaro mutters, straightening up and placing his hands on the counter again.

"Thank you," I murmur, sending him a soft smile. He sends me a grunt in response, a twitch of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

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I'm in a bad mood as soon as my baby's classroom door closes behind me. I hate school, I hate Tuesdays, I hate my teacher, I hate not being in my baby's class, I hate having to wait for break to see my baby again, and I hate that Yahaba and Shitty-kawa are waiting for me in the hallway.

"So, it seems our Mad Dog went to the groomers yesterday," the team's captain teases, his phone waving around in his hand. He has my baby's Snapchat pulled up; more specifically the annoying finger heart picture she had me take with her after our nails were done.

Maybe it's not that annoying. It was un-annoying enough that I saved it and set it as my new lock screen. Okay... maybe I didn't find it annoying at all. Maybe I didn't even find the nail appointment annoying. Maybe the nail appointment was so un-annoying that a tiny, teeny piece of me wants her to ask me to get matching nails next week too.

Oikawa on the other hand is the most annoying thing in the world. But, I don't see Iwaizumi anywhere so maybe the situation isn't all that bad. "So what if I did? Pissed off you don't have a girl to get your nails done with?"

"Oh, Mad Dog-Chan, your naiveness is adorable. I could ask any girl in the school to go get her nails done with me and she would," he gushes, a mix of condescending and fake sweetness lacing his words.

"Really?" I ask, a grin crawling on my face. I have him beat out on this one and I don't even have to get physical. My baby is going to be proud of me for handling my obnoxious captain 'maturely' instead of 'physically' this time.

"You know it, Kyo-Chan," he chirps, a mirrored grin on his face.

I let out a "hmph" stepping backward to push the door to the classroom I just left open. "Hey, baby?" I call, turning sideways so I can see her. My baby's head perks up, full attention on me instead of getting her supplies out for her first class of the day. "Do you want to go get your nails done with Oikawa?"

Her nose curls up instantly, eyebrows pushed together in a 'are you fucking serious' sort of expression. "Ew, no, gross," her answer spills out, covering some of the mixed excitement and jealous chitter chatter of Oikawa's fangirls.

"I didn't think so," I mutter, stepping forward again and letting the door swing shut behind me. "I guess you won't get a yes from 'any girl in the school'," I taunt, sending the cocky setter another snug smirk before I start walking away. Yahaba quickly joins next to me, muffling his laughter.

"Your nail polish looks streaky. Maybe stop being a cheapskate and go to a better nail tech," Captain yells after us, a bit of huffiness in his tone.

"A cheapskate doesn't spend sixty dollars at a nail salon, dumbass, they just do it themselves," I yell over my shoulder, flipping him a perfectly black painted bird.

That makes Yahaba's laughter spill over, filling the hallway with the joy-filled sound. It wasn't that funny but I do have to admit, I like proving Shitty-kawa wrong. "I swear," he pushes out between chuckles, "the captain and you could fight over what color the sky is. You just don't know when to walk away from a fight, do you?"

"No, I don't, especially when he wants to be an ass about something I did with my baby. It made her happy, why the fuck does he have a stick up his ass about it?" I grumble, shoving my hands into my pockets. Once I noticed what I did, I tug them back out, not wanting to hide the matchy girly shit I did for my Baby.

"Maybe he just likes getting a reaction out for you. Have you ever thought of that?" Yahaba asks, his laughter done but a smile still on his face.

I shrug my shoulders, Oikawa's teasing still rattling around my head. I have thought about it, I know he only does and says shit to get under my skin, and I know I fall for it every time, but it's his fault. He pushes every button possible until I snap. Pressing a button about my Baby instantly makes me snap, so that's on Shitty-kawa, not me.

"He just needs to leave shit alone. So, what? I went to a nail appointment with my baby. It doesn't affect his life any, so he should just leave it alone." Yahaba shrugs, his smile growing on his face. I don't know why he's so giddy about my Baby and me. It was one dumb nail appointment, who gives a shit?

Me. I give a shit, because she spent the whole afternoon smiling, because her eyes were glued to our hands anytime they were wrapped together, because it made her happy, and that's what I live for. To see her smile, to make her happy, to her hear scream my name after a successful spike. It's almost gross, but I can't help the calm feeling that washes over me when I remember how damn smiley she was when she first saw our matching nails. Next week I'll have to remember to schedule a two-person nail appointment.

[satantica]

haikyu boys meeting your family pt.2

he tells you that this is okay but actually freaking out as his whole life depends on this. he will never admit it but he desperately wants your family to like him. therefore he keeps mouth shut so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. also will buy something outstanding for each member cause he thinks that’s a sign of a good tone. in spite of him being too silent and shy, he listens to your younger siblings very interested in what they want to tell him. he nods and asks them several questions to completely understand the topic. he’s not sure how to act at the table so he’s a bit afraid to touch you but then thinks of your thighs as a safe space and a moment later tells himself that he should wait till you two get home.

kenma kozume, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, kita shinsuke, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, kentaro kyotani

compliments each member of your family and just keeps being such a sweetheart. really gets along with children so your younger siblings get more attention than you. but that happens because he thinks about having children of your own. at the table will lean over to give you a kiss on your cheek moving his hands from your waist to thigh while your family doesn’t see it. when someone asks him about how serious he is about you, he chokes and then starts nervously telling EVERYTHING about your relationship and how perfect and wonderful you are. he starts off smoothly and then ends up saying the most random, awkward and embarrassing shit. after realizing he will talk louder thinking that it will make everyone forget. mentally curses himself panicking that he is no longer allowed to date you.

nishinoya yuu, ATSUMU MIYA, matsukawa issei, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, yamamoto taketora, OIKAWA TOORU

[iheartduckie]

masterlist

key: (✧ - repost old acct) (☆ - fav)

note: i think aoba johsai mightve been my fav idk guys

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✧ being a trio w/ iwaizumi hajime and oikawa tooru

- iwaizumi hajime route - oikawa tooru route

✧ cutting their shirts - dad! hq based off of this

- bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizuni hajime

✧ “don’t use that tone on me, i’ll kiss you”

- matsukawa issei, suna rintarou

✧ slapping their butts (aoba johsai)

- oikawa tooru, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, kunimi akira, kyotani kentaro

✧ when you’re on your period (aoba johsai)

- oikawa tooru, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, kunimi akira, kyotani kentaro

✧ mananger tales - aoba johsai karasuno/nekoma

✧ relationship headcannons

- suna rintarou - osamu miya - kita shinsuke

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✧ drabbles

- akaashi keiji | iwaizumi hajime | lev haiba | ushijima wakatoshi | miya atsumu

[captainpikeachu]

When you rewatch episode 2 with the context that Lee has been essentially trapped and drugged up for 32 years with no visitors or seeing any family, his reactions to Kentaro and Cate are even more strikingly tragic and emotional

The way he looks at Kentaro and his voice shakes ever so slightly with this relieved chuckle when he realizes that “you’re Hiroshi’s boy!” — if we assume correctly that Hiroshi never visited, then this is the first time Lee has essentially gotten concrete news that Hiroshi is at least somehow okay and got to have a life in some way and a family — Lee is the dad hearing news of his estranged kid for the first time and that must have been a relief, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders all this time

And then when he looks at Cate and learns about who she is and says “of course you are” with that knowing look and tone, it’s so clear that he sees Keiko in her. And think about it, for Lee, these last 3 decades must have been like a haze, it’s just stagnation, his life essentially frozen at the age of his return. Sure his body might have aged and he looks older, but in his head, he’s still 38 year old Lee Shaw from 1962 and in some ways that loss of Keiko and Billy must still be fresh, still an open wound that he never really healed from.

And it makes Monarch later using that footage from Philippines 1952 even more cruel, especially when they’re the ones who locked him and essentially robbed him of his life, his ability to move on or be with his family.

[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

TOP 10 personal Favorite Manga.

Here's just a couple of manga that I love & just think are top-notch.

NUMBER: 1 : TOKYO GHOUL

A series that means a lot to me in many ways. When I first got into Tokyo Ghoul it was by the very first season of the anime during 2014 and upon hearing the opening theme of Unravel and seeing the first episode, I was hooked and went into the manga series right after. A nuanced morally compelling storytelling with an array of so many cool and great characters and narratives, incredible art progression from Ishida Sui, and overall just a satisfyingly great conclusion to boot.

NUMBER: 2 : J NO SUBETE

On the surface, looks like a regular BL series, but underneath an emotional-roller-coaster and pretty heavy story about a transwoman named J. Set in the 40s /50s, you fellow J childhood and the awful, rough bullshit she deals with in life as well as her love & massive admiration of Marilyn Monroe. Really such a good story that deals with some real heavy shit...but still so good.

NUMBER: 3 : MONSTER

Not only one of my favorite anime adaptations but also equally as wonderfully engaging & just as well done as a manga as well. Monster is such a captivating, intense story and truly one of my favorites from Urasawa's works. Following Dr. Tenma, a talented neurosurgeon who has grips with the moral dilemma of either saving the Mayor or saving a young boy who was shot in a murder. Tenma chose to save the boy instead and while it costs him being demoted he still believes he did the right thing. Unfortunately years later discovering the boy he saves...turns out to be a killer. This series is such a banger from its storytelling to the characters and just one of the best from Urasawa's.

NUMBER: 4 : GOODNIGHT PUNPUN

At first glance of this manga, you might think of it as something of a cute slice-of-life story about a cute cartoony bird. But actually when reading it...IT'S WAY MORE DARKER and GETS A LOT MORE FUCK UP! For real Goodnight Punpun is one of those series that's start-up pretty light-hearted and a little bit goofy with Punpun being a cartoony-drawn bird amongst very average-looking humans as a young kid in the first volumes of the series. But as things move forward within the story as Punpun gets older and his family situation gets more unstable as well as his life, the tone gets more depressing as a whole. Love the dark psychological storytelling, although it definitely the type of story you can only read once in awhile or in a good headspace because it definitely can be a hard read.

NUMBER: 5 : BERSERK

Seriously, what can I say about Berserk that already hasn't been said on some level. But this manga is seriously, I feel one of the most top iconic series within manga as well as one of the most engaging, moving, fantastic, epic storyline I've read thus far. I know the series itself is still ongoing, and I've been keeping up-to-date with this story since reading the very first chapter. Hearing about Kentaro Miura death....was tough, I knew he had serious health issues, which is why volumes would tend to go on pretty long hatiuses... but man. Another influential iconic figure in manga gone, Berserk is definitely a series any manga-lover or anime fan should read once in awhile.

NUMBER: 6 : SHOUWA GENROKU RAKUGO SHINJUU

Not only one of the most beautifully mature, well-written, compelling storytelling I've seen thus far in an anime series. But as a manga, even more so, a well-crafted story on the life and times of a sad, burden-ridden, slightly bitter, depressed, old man known as Yakumo Yurakutei, who is a highly skilled and experienced master of Rakugo, which for those who don't know is an traditional Japanese verbal form of entertainment. Think of it as something like a form of Improv done by only one person playing different characters to tell a story, This series has many layers to its storytelling that's is done so well dealing with Yakumo and those in his life that has impacted him as to the type of pained almost broken old man he is within the present time. Just a overall good & bittersweet but fantastic story that's deserves to be check out more.

NUMBER: 7 : INNOCENT

It is one of the most beautifully drawn manga series that I have read so far while also being equally gruesome as well. Innocent is a fictionalized historical manga set during 18th century France about the story and legacy of Charles Henri Sanson (actual real historical figure), who is the fourth generation of a family of Executioners known as the Sanson family who are the royal Executioners of Paris. The story follows Charles rough journey towards his path of becoming the Monsieur De Paris. This absolutely such a fantastic piece of work, both in terms of the visually amazing stunning artwork and along with the historical storytelling of Charles coming to terms with his hated lineage and becoming Executioner of Paris but also showcasing the societal/political chaotic changes and upheaval of France slowly leading up to the French revolution. Although some historical aspects are obviously fictionalized, but still such a good series.

NUMBER: 8 : THE PROMISED NEVERLAND

While my feelings on the anime are highly mixed due to really, really, really not caring for the way they handled parts of the storytelling from season 2 of the anime series. But the manga, on the other hand, is a totally different story. Seriously, reading this series was a blast and just an enjoyable experience from beginning to end, as well as seeing Emma and Ray also Norman grow & and develop throughout each arc was great to witness including seeing the rest of the kids thrive and survive the outside world. For this manga was a great read, and definitely, I'll say at least personally to me was done far better then the second season flimsy adaptation.

NUMBER: 9 : HOMUNCULUS

Truly an mindfuck of a manga in more ways than one. But still a pretty damned good and wild story, Homunculus is a story about a homeless man named Susumu Nakoshi who ends up meeting a seemingly antagonistic young medical student named Itoh Manabu to do a little experiment on him by drilling a actual hole in his skull for a total of 700,000 ¥en. Itoh, who is very fascinated with studying the human minds and amongst other things such as ghosts and the occult, but ultimately he thinks he can unlock the hidden psychic potential of Susumu brain. Nakoshi goes through the process, and at first, nothing seems to happen after going through the the operation. Until he closes his right eye and starts seeing otherworldly nightmarish monsters and shapes with his left eye when he looks at other people. This series is truly a weird but also such a highly intriguing and fascinating psychological read while at the same time being a bit of a downer, but still an excellent but messed-up good story.

NUMBER : 10 : ATELIER OF WITCH HAT

Okay, so I just recently started reading this manga series not that long ago, about a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm so freaking hooked. Atelier of Witch hat has truly captured my heart and mind with its engaging and creatively fascinating world-building involving witches and magic to the just as highly interesting characters and storytelling. Which centers around our young protagonist Coco ( the girl on the cover) who is this super adorably passionate girl who has such a huge love for all things magical /witches and deeply wishes she could become one as well, but unfortunately normal people or "outsiders" can't become witches, you have to be born into it, but that's doesn't stop Coco from trying her hardest to still wanting to be a witch. One of the things I love most about this world and how it handles dealing with magic and witches is that magic is really normal within this world and how witches tend to uses it to help and serve regular people in need or even for lighting up a cobblestone pathway also I really like how the magic system is structured in this series, such as instead of casting spells or any from of magic with words or a phrase, magic is casted by drawing, Coco here ends up in a pickle with accidentally casting magic that ends up turning her mom into stone & thus Coco journey towards witchood begins.

Seriously, even though I've just recently gotten into this manga & and its ongoing tale it's already has captivated me on so many levels and I just can't get enough of it so far wonderful storytelling and amazingly beautiful drawn artsy apart of it which really adds a lot of this series fantastical elements. Definitely a must to check out!!

Wanted to do a list of a couple of some of my most top favorite manga series and ones were I feel other's should give them a shot at checking out if there into any of these stories. (^ _ ^)

[imasallstars]

The cover art for THE IDOLM@STER SideM 10th ANNIVERSARY P@SSION 03 Altessimo album has been released and the album is set to be released on November 27th 2024. It will feature two new songs and a handful of the unit’s old songs

The crossfade of the album is located here

Tracklist:

[DISC 01] Tr.01　Vivamente! 　Lyrics: Mike Sugiyama　Music&Arrange: Kentaro Fujii (HANO) Tr.02　Panorama's Fanfare 　Lyrics: Erica Masaki　Music&Arrange: Shingo Asari Tr.03　The 1st Movement ~Mirai no Tame no Nijuusou~ Tr.04　Never end "Opus" Tr.05　Tone's Destiny Tr.06　mermaid fermata Tr.07　Attaca Scenery Tr.08　Infinite Octave! Tr.09　Sign of Hope Tr.10　The Symphonic Daylight Tr.11　Yume no Fushigi na Labyrinth Tr.12　Precious ordinary days [DISC 02] Tr.01　Vivamente! (Off Vocal) Tr.02　Panorama's Fanfare (Off Vocal) Tr.03　mermaid fermata (Kei Tsuzuki solo ver.) Tr.04　mermaid fermata (Rei Kagura solo ver.)

[monstermonger]

I love your style! Especially your hatching and color. How would you describe your style? What are some of your inspirations so that I can study them?

Thank you so much!!!

Funny enough, inking and colors are the two things I don't really study in other artists. I study anatomy/composition/values and then translate that into inks since the strokes and patterns I use are extremely basic,- and then just color with whatever feels good to me. However, lately I've been referencing Caspar David Friedrich's work (tags will say they're studies) so that's a good one if you like the recent muted/earthy tones.

And for inks, if you enjoy this style of inks I think manga artists are great for study! two popular ones that come to mind who I greatly admire are Kamome Shirahama (Witch Hat Atelier) and Kentaro Miura (Berserk)

[chanelmango4]

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖞

Dark fantasy is a subgenre of fantasy. Instead of brighter and whimsical elements, there's a darker and more gloomy tone to it. It can include dragons, dark colors, swords, and knights. It's in a variety of works such as the 1985 Disney film "The Black Cauldron" and Kentaro Miura's manga/anime "Berserk".

[cafeleningrad]

Ok,but consider this: kentaro miura style Brienne

Listen! I absolutely think a Miura adaptation of Martin's work would have slapped harder than Canelo Álvarez beating Billy-Joe Saunders. His key themes but also his detailed, dark, varied style which meticulously not only builds up characters but also backgrounds, individual armors, and each fighting style receiving a personalized panneling.... and then he's also so good at depicting romantic tenderness, and small moments of relief. Ideal translation from theme and tone to art.

So my hc that needs to be pried away from my cold, dead hands is that Jaime actually looks like everyone (in the same style) else but is perceived by everyone - without exception - like a bishounen love interest. Including soft lense filter and glitter in the background. And next to him is Brienne with Maru-pen-drawn shadows, and hard lines. That's my passionate vision.

[lcs-library]

I'VE BEEN LOVING THIS!! LC could i ask if possible one pomegranate and green tea for Tsuzuru as in, you know, the usual reader? and theeeeen could you do coffee for him again but with Haruna sob I don't have much of her but I trust you with my life ksdhchjk basic info is those two are a super slowburn, she's a med student and has a similar personality to tsumugi <3 love uuuuuuuu take your time no rush!!

WAHHHHH HI EMMMM<33333. You want…. Me??? To write Haruna??? Ueueueue…….. I’m so honored…. I hope I did her justice!!

Request rules

Request game

Pomegranate: answered here!

Green Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s one of the best when it comes to comfort I think.

🖋️ He heard you had a bad day and he’s already at your side rubbing your back and asking if you want to talk about it.

🖋️ That said, he definitely goes into older brother mode and can and will treat you like a child on instinct.

🖋️ He’ll get you something to drink and tell you to be careful not to burn your tongue in the softest tone of voice, and make sure you don’t spill, even though you’re fully capable of handling it.

🖋️ He will also not leave you alone, he’s constantly at your side, you’re stuck with him. Sorry. He’s worried. He wants you to be okay.

🖋️ He seems like the type to already know your preferences and will follow them to a T.

🖋️ You prefer physical affection? He’s got you in his arms, patting your head, making sure you feel safe and grounded. You want a distraction? He’s already turning on your favorite movie and grabbing a snack.

🖋️ He’ll definitely talk you down from the situation until you’re calm again, offering you simple decisions to make, and putting the issue into a new perspective.

🖋️ “See, there you go, we’re all good now, right? Did you get everything out?” He asks gently, smiling even as your eyes are puffy and red from crying. You nod, and he sighs, relieved, as he ruffles your hair. “Good job, I’m proud of you,” he praises, kissing your forehead.

🖋️ And ofc it all ends in you two falling asleep on the couch ehehe<33

Coffee: Do they get jealous? How do they show it?

🖋️ I’m setting this during the pining stage you can’t stop me

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s not really the type to get jealous, honestly. He’s really chill about that sort of thing.

🖋️ That said, after becoming friends with Haruna, he’s surprised to find this feeling in his gut when some of the male students in her classes start trying to hit her up.

🖋️ Even when it’s simple things like asking her to a mixer, there’s this odd way his stomach starts to turn, unsure of how he feels about the idea of her going.

🖋️ What if she finds someone there? What if she likes them, and they like her back? What if they want to hurt her? Maybe she wouldn’t care, and she’d end up stuck in some torturous cycle, and she could end up living an awful life. He didn’t want that.

🖋️ Any friend would… right?

🖋️ But then why did his heart start to ache at the thought of her introducing him to a partner? Why did it hurt to imagine her leaving him? Wait, they weren’t even dating, why was he imagining a breakup? He didn’t even like her in that way!

🖋️ …right?

🖋️ “Tsuzuru? You alright there? Kentaro was asking if you wanted to come to karaoke with us!”

🖋️ Haruna’s voice snapped him out of his spiral of thoughts.

🖋️ “A-ah, no, I’m good. The next script for the company is due soon, so I’ve gotta head home soon anyway. Maybe next time, though,” he replied, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck.

🖋️ “You promise?” She asked jokingly.

🖋️ “Yeah, I promise,” he said with a grin, holding up his pinky on instinct.

🖋️ Haruna blinked for a moment, only to link her pinky with his, giggling.

🖋️ And when she let go, Tsuzuru couldn’t help but want more than their pinkies to touch.

[imagineanime2022]

Secret To Public

Kyotani Kentaro X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1074

Requested: Anon

Request: 🎐🤍💿 can i get a Kyotani Kentaro x Male reader, where the reader is Aoba Johsais manager and nobody on the team knows that they are dating yet—and Oikawa keeps making moves on the reader and it makes Kyotani jealous? (sorry for not good wording, very sleepy rn lololol) 🎐🤍💿

You and Kyotani had been dating for a little while, you had met him when he came to the gym to practice late one night and you had just managed to kick Oikawa out, you complimented him and even asked that he tried out for the team but he shut you down said he didn’t work well in a team and no one even wanted him there, you didn’t believe that for a second, with how dysfunctional the rest of the boys were you had no doubt that he would fit in. In the time that it took you to convince him to join the team you actually ended up dating him, you never told anyone, you assumed that he would want to keep his private life private and you had no problem with that.

You were laying around in your bedroom, he was on his back with you draped over him as he played with your hair “they asked me to join.” He mumbled. “Hm?” You hummed moving your head so your chin rested on your hand to connect your eyes with his. “The team… Well, Iwaizumi asked me to join the team, something about needing my help to beat the teams that they’re going to be facing.” He said lowly. “Well yeah, we really need someone like you, you’ll confuse them no problem.” You nodded and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” He asked. “Yes. You know your way different than anyone else on the team.” You explained and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “You’ll be there the whole time?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered with a nod. “I guess I’ll see how it goes then.” He shrugged. “Thank you.” You smiled as you pushed yourself up to straddle his waist leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

Practice went about as well as you thought it would. He clashed with almost everyone on the team, no one more so than Oikawa, who believed himself the highest authority. You knew that Kyotani was never going to listen to him and you could definitely see that he was getting aggravated, you wanted to go over and talk to him but you weren’t sure that he was even going to want that. Your eyes were still trained on him when someone else came over to you. “Scary Mad Dog don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Oikawa said having seen where you were looking. “What?” You asked looking at him, confusion clear on your face as he giggled. “I protect you from the scary new player, do you need to tell him something?” Oikawa asked, looping an arm over your shoulder, “What are you staring at him for anyway, I’m right here.” “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you really aren’t my type, pretty boy?” You asked as you looked at him and laughed. “A few more times I’m still not getting it.” Oikawa smiled. “Get back on the field.” You ordered. “The only reason that you are a star player is because I can’t play.” “Of course.” Oikawa smirked before going back to practice with the others.

Later that evening, you were sitting in the gym waiting for everyone else to leave so that you could lock up, almost everyone was out, Oikawa being dragged away by Iwaizumi who was closely followed by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, all the others leaving of their own accord, the only one that you hadn’t seen was Kyotani, you decided to go into the changing room and make sure that he was okay. “Ken!” You yelled through the changing room. “What?” He asked, you walked towards where you heard his voice and saw that he was still getting changed. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as he dried his hair. “You don’t seem fine.” You frowned. “Look I really don’t need you fussing over me alright?” He asked. “You're going to want to revise your tone if you still want to call me your boyfriend tomorrow.” You warned him and you heard him sigh as he let his head drop, his shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry I just don’t like the way that he talks to you and touches you.” He finally said. “Who?” You asked. “Oikawa.” He answered and you smiled as you walked towards him looping your arms around his neck smiling softly. “Are you jealous?” you asked as you leaned up your mouth a breath away from his. “You know all we have to do is tell them that we’re dating.” “I never said that we were keeping it a secret.” He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, his naked chest pressed flat to your clothed one. “Oh really?” You asked, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips only tightening his grip on you as you attempted to pull away from him. You slipped your phone out of your back pocket snapping a picture of the both of you. Kyotani finally pulled away from you to see what you were doing. “What are you doing?” He asked, watching you pull up Oikawa’s text thread with yourself. “Just sending a message to Oikawa.” You answered, attaching the picture with the caption ‘really not my type, pretty boy’. Kyotani smirked before pressing send for you and pulling you into another kiss. “Come on get changed, we can finish this back at my place or something, I have to lock this place up.” You reminded him and he gave an annoyed groan before doing as you asked.

Oikawa let out a distressed noise as he looked at his phone “Why would he send me this.” He whined holding his phone up for the others. “Because you don’t take no for an answer.” Iwaizumi answered. “He has told you before that he’s not interested.” Matsukawa shrugged. “You're still trying.” Hanamaki smirked. “Iwa-chan my heart is broken!” He whined. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else by this time tomorrow.” Iwaizumi muttered as he continued to eat. “You don’t care?” Oikawa asked. “I’ll care when you’re actually hurt.” Iwaizumi muttered, slapping Oikawa’s hands away as he tried to reach out for him. “You really think he’s going to be okay?” Matsukawa asked as he watched Hanamaki tease Oikawa about something. “He’ll be fine.” Iwaizumi waved off the question in favour of finishing his meal and getting as far away from the star setter as possible.

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[sweetdreams-aremade]

On Berserk and Takayuki Yamaguchi.

I'm making this post to vague about a stranger, and also to talk about Takayuki Yamaguchi, who rules.

Someone once said that, in the wake of Miura's untimely death, Takayuki Yamaguchi should take on the mantle of writing and drawing Berserk.

No offense (OK, some offense) to the guy who wrote this, but I can't think of a mangaka with a more diametrically opposed creative voice to Miura's, even if they both had similar root influences (Go Nagai, Fist of the North Star, Phantom of the Paradise and henshin heroes like Ultraman, Kamen Rider and Kikaider) and aesthetic interests (intense gore and violence, muddy textures, weird and often extreme sexual imagery).

For one, Takayuki Yamaguchi is a man who IIRC has directly stated that he's not great at subtle or nuanced emotion and thus excels at creating narratives built off of repressed characters unable to fully express themselves and asking him to illustrate a manga whose identity is partly defined by its creator's mastery of expression and subtle emotion isn't a great idea, really.

He was good at rendering subtle emotions once, during the early chapters of Shigurui, and he then promptly abandoned that skill in favor of intense stoicism for good reason.

One, he makes it look good, two, his work is defined by its detached, clinical tone. He deliberately views characters at a distance, by either using impersonal, novelistic third-person narration, viewing his protagonists through the lens of others within the narrative, or through something as simple as avoiding language and explicit information, valuing weighted silence over exposition. This dovetails *beautifully* with the narratives he handles.

Gekikou Kamen is about a tokusatsu enthusiast's relationship with Imperial Japan as reflected in the art he consumes, Shigurui is a critique of rigid class structures and loyalty to the state, and Exoskull Zero is his version of Casshern Sins I.E a manga about a former superhero in a doomed, fantastical landscape at the end of time out to save people who might not even exist.

They're manga that require an ambivalent approach to function: any kind of emotional scrutability or visceral intimacy would contradict Yamaguchi's novelistic style and frank examinations of flawed social structures and the people they produce.

Shigurui's macroscopic critique of Edo Japan doesn't work as an emotionally intimate narrative, and Gekikou Kamen's critique of the imperialist subtext behind much of tokusatsu doesn't work if you were immediately sympathetic to or understanding of its wannabe imperialist lead, for some examples.

If you asked Miura to draw a Yamaguchi manga, he'd have failed spectacularly because of his love of intense, emotionally intimate storytelling and illustration. He was simply not capable of (or perhaps more accurately simply uninterested in) the kind of emotional ambivalence that Yamaguchi excels at.

Hell, as I'll discuss later, intimacy vs. ambivalence might be the best summation of the differences between Miura and Yamaguchi's respective styles.

I don't think Yamaguchi would be a great choice for Berserk's action scenes either. Yamaguchi displays his mastery of action illustration by dilating time to show every individuated step of the process of movement, making his action feel intensely deliberate and methodical. Every step, and every step within that greater step, matters.

Kentaro Miura, meanwhile, often did the opposite with Guts, depicting the beginning and end of a sword swing and deliberately excising everything in between to generate a sense of speed and kinetic intensity.