#Kyotaro sugishita

[courtesanofdeath]

who needs a key when you have sugishita?

[raamitsu]

CloverWorks just posted key animations of last night’s ep of WIND BREAKER 💫 (kiryuuu 🫶🏼🥹)

[nanakorobiyaokii]

"ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ." ー❀

[chodzacaparodia]

You dream of having hair like theirs

[oldmama]

Animators illustrations

[karasukarei]

S2 Daily questions 1 - Sugishita Kyoutarou

For all other translations, see this post!

For Sugishita's season 1 set, see here!

(unfortunately I couldn't get a version without the question so this would have to do 🥹)

What do you always end up buying at the convenience store? - Sweets. For use when Umemiya-san's stock runs out.

Is there something you're bad at, or that you're trying to overcome? - Controlling my strength. Cos I often break stuff.

Is there something that people can do to make you happy? - Petting my head. But only if it's Umemiya-san.

What's your smartphone wallpaper? - I've never changed it before.

What's something surprising about Umemiya? - Something surprising about Umemiya-san. His bed hair is more extreme than expected.

What did you do during break time when you were in elementary school? - Sleep.

What did you dream about last night? - My long hair had become extremely short. ... It shocked me awake.

[giggly-squiggily]

Aaahhh hi squiggily! I just found out this really cute detail about Sugishita from his bedroom layout, and thought I'd share cuz its adorable ToT

Apparently, he keeps things that Umemiya gave him in a special box. He's so freaking cute I cannotttt guhfjjggfhj 💖💖💖💖

(Also not him constantly bumping his head on the doorframe rip)

I’m so late

OH MY GOD DESSIE THIS IS SO WHSNWNNSNW SUGISHITA!!! 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I love him collecting things from Ume like a little dragon qjzhwnznwnxbendb NOT HIM HITTING HIS HEAD NOO BABY! 😭😭😭

Poor thing comes in with the occasional bruise in the morning; the guys like to joke it’s his “Third eye” but aren’t brave enough to say it in front of him (except Sakura- “Wow it does look like an eye!” Cue them fighting hwndnwndnsns)

The mattress extender 🥺 His grandpa is a sweetie! And the alarm clocks Ahh! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 he is my favorite Bofurin boy and that will never change anznansnwnns

Thank you for sharing friend!

[itsmerelliwellie]

My Lil Emotionally Constipated Boy | H. Sakura, K. Sugishita, R. Kaji

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This is the meal I cooked for this pretty over here

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Prompts:

2.) “Punching dudes all day isn’t a personality, you know?” 4.) “We’re not friends. You just keep showing up out of nowhere.” /“You keep letting me.” 12.) "If you’re gonna patch me up like that, I should at least get a warning before you get THAT close.”

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~~H. Sakura~~

You weren’t supposed to see him again.

The first time was a fluke. In an alley behind the convenience store, he dragged a half-conscious guy by the collar, lip split, and knuckles raw. He looked at you like you were the one in the way.

“Punching dudes all day isn’t a personality, you know?” you said before you can stop yourself.

He blinked, scoffed, and walked past without a word. Should’ve been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Haruka Sakura had a habit of showing up—bruised, brooding, and somehow always within your orbit. You weren’t following him, but maybe you were paying too much attention.

One evening, you found him slouched on a bench, clutching his ribs.

“You again?” he muttered.

Rolling your eyes, you knelt beside him without asking. “You say that like you’re not always bleeding near me. Besides, this is the way to my apartment, dumbass.”

He didn’t stop you when you took him by the arm and led him to your apartment. He didn’t stop you when you ordered him to sit down as if he was a puppy. He didn’t stop you when you lifted his hoodie, revealing a deep bruise along his side.

“If you’re gonna patch me up like that,” he shouted when you were barely inches away from him, “I should at least get a warning before you get that close!”

You looked up, deadpan. “Well I can’t treat your bruise from fifteen feet away and just stretching my arms. Sorry for being such a caring friend.”

You weren’t friends. That was his favorite line.

“We’re not friends,” he said one day on a roof, not meeting your eyes. “You just keep showing up out of nowhere.”

“You keep letting me,” you replied with an eyebrow raised.

He didn’t argue.

Later, after another fight he wouldn’t explain, you wrapped his hand while he sat in silence. You worked gently, like it mattered more than it should.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” you asked suddenly. “The fighting?”

He paused. Then, quietly, “I’m fine.”

You tied off the bandage and met his eyes. “You’re lucky I have enough patience for this.”

He stared at you like you’d said something impossible.

Then he looked away, ears a little pink. “…You’re annoying.”

“You’re welcome.”

You weren’t friends. Not really. But you were something. And that was enough.

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~~K. Sugishita~~

You weren’t bothering him on purpose.

Okay. Maybe a little on purpose.

But Kyotaro Sugishita just had that kind of face. It was the always annoyed, always bored expression that made you want to see what it would take to get a reaction. Not a fight. Just something more than the flat, "are-you-done-yet" stare he gave everyone.

You caught him outside the school gate, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, hair half in his face like he couldn’t be bothered to care. Or maybe he was hiding the large bruise on his cheek.

“You know,” you said, standing beside him, “punching dudes all day isn’t a personality.”

He didn’t even look at you. Just muttered, “Didn’t ask.”

You smiled. “You don’t have to. I’m generous with my insight.”

His sigh was so long it might’ve been dramatic if it wasn’t so genuinely tired. “Why are you always here?”

“Maybe I like the way your whole ‘grumpy wall of unresolved feelings’ aesthetic complements my afternoon.”

He shot you a look.

You’d seen him lose his temper before, he was always like a lit match. But when he wasn’t exploding, he was just there. Quiet. Still. Watching the world like it was mildly inconveniencing him.

Today, he was sitting on the back steps, pulling his hair into a messy bun that Tsubaki-chan made him wear with the focus of someone pretending to be too busy to notice you approaching.

“Aw, if it isn’t my sweet little friend.”

“We’re not friends,” he said without looking up. “You just keep showing up.”

“You keep letting me,” you replied, taking your usual seat beside him.

He clicked his tongue but didn’t argue.

He claims you weren’t friends. But he always seems to sit in a spot where you can see him whenever he gets into a fight. Like today, he received a nasty scar from a brawl, so he stood there acting as if you were annoying him by walking in the route that you always take from the restroom to the classroom.

“Jesus,” you muttered. “Do you punch with your face, too?”

He scowled. “What do you want?”

“Why are you making it sound like it’s my fault I walked into you?”

“Tsk.”

“That’s a nasty wound.”

“Tsk.”

“Oh my God.”

You dragged him into one of the empty classrooms before reaching into your bag and pulling out your mini first-aid kit. “Sit down. Hold still.”

As you leaned in, brushing his hair behind his ear to clean the cut near his temple, he froze.

“If you’re gonna patch me up like that,” he said, voice tight, “I should at least get a warning before you get that close.”

You smirked. “What, scared I’ll discover you have actual feelings under all that hair?”

He stared straight ahead. “You talk too much.”

“You’re welcome.”

You never pushed him to open up. But once, you asked without really thinking.

“I always wonder what’s behind that bored face of yours.” It was just a joke to fill in the silence. Not really expecting an answer

He didn’t ask what you meant. He just ran a hand down his face and muttered, “Being bored is easier than being friendly and pretending I don’t want to hit half the people I meet.”

“Then maybe hang around people you don’t want to hit.” You handed him a snack and a kind smile.

He stared at you for a while, before quietly saying, “Your face is almost tolerable.”

You laughed and clapped your hands, “That’s basically a confession coming from you.”

“Shut up.”

But he kept sitting beside you. And the next time, he was the one who showed up first.

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~~R. Kaji~~

Ren Kaji wasn’t the type to invite conversation.

Always headphones up and a lollipop tucked between his lips like it was keeping him from snapping someone's neck. He practically broadcasted Do Not Disturb. But that didn’t stop you from talking to him anyway.

Mostly because he never actually stopped you.

You spotted him behind the school building, crouched low on the steps with one knee pulled up, head tilted back. Bruised knuckles again. Same as always.

You stopped in front of him, dropping your bag with a thud. “Punching dudes all day isn’t a personality, you know?”

No reaction.

You waved a hand in front of his face.

His gaze slid to you—calm, unreadable.

“You said that last week,” he stated, voice flat.

“And I’ll keep saying it until it sticks.”

He let out a soft tsk, clearly unimpressed, and put on his headphones again while you bandaged his injured hand.

Despite all that, he didn’t stop you from sitting with him the next time. Or the time after that.

Sometimes you’d talk. Sometimes he’d pretend not to hear you, even when you caught him reacting under his breath. One day, he was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed like he was keeping them from swinging at the next idiot who looked at him wrong.

You sat beside him, leaned just close enough to annoy him. “Hello, hello, my favorite friend!”

“We’re not friends,” he said, lollipop stick twitching as he spoke. “You just keep showing up out of nowhere.”

“You keep letting me.” You smiled teasingly.

His expression didn’t change. But he didn’t move away either.

For some reason, spending the afternoon in an empty classroom while playing nurse to a nonchalant self-identified blond sitting on the table seems normal to you now. After a rough fight left a cut along his jaw, you wordlessly reached into your bag and pulled out antiseptic and a cotton pad. He sighed like you were the one inconveniencing him. His expressionless face broke, however, when you suddenly stepped in between his legs to get closer to his face. This made him almost fall back.

“If you’re gonna patch me up like that,” he looked away, trying to hide call upon his cold and calculating face again, “I should at least get a warning before you get that close.”

“Huh?” You blinked, confused, before rolling your eyes and sarcastically saying, “Fine. Warning; I’m about to invade your deeply guarded personal space to keep you from getting an infection.”

He stared at you, candy between his teeth. “Tsk. You’re a pain sometimes, you know?”

“And yet you’re still here,” You dabbed the cut gently.

You weren’t friends. He keeps repeating to himself. He didn’t want to be your friend. You don’t need him to be your friend. Was it convincing? Not really.

Especially when you smiled at him, soft and easy, as you finished bandaging him. “There.”

He didn’t look at you. But he didn’t pull away either.

“Since you were really nice and didn’t act like a wildcat while I was patching you up, you deserve a treat!”

He looked at you. And when you offered him a lollipop from your pocket—the same brand he always buys—he took it with a sigh that might’ve been amused.

Ren Kaji didn’t say much.

But somehow, with you around, his silence didn’t feel so heavy.

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A/N: I tried. Ily. See ya!!!!!

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[the-original-skipps]

Ladies and gentlemen I believe we are complete!

[thecmaly]

sakura protection squad, assemble!!! 😡

[nanakorobiyaokii]

ー ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ♡

[faintrustle]

Rotten to the Core

[bayleavesfromthevine]

would love to see sakura make a single phone call, specifically to sugishita

[kuro-ayameart]

That time Umemiya ended up on the cover of a local gardening magazine.

[ichiharasenrii]

fellas is it gay to dream about your classmate’s smile?

[crimson-chains]

Whoops, my hand slipped and I have drawn so many chibis XD Here's the first years, they're all great boys