#initially the hands were supposed to be misumi's

[corfisers]

[hajimariwaquartet]

Mankai Music HCs

Sakuya likes singing! He's mostly versed in idol songs (he's a huge Fire Fenix fan) and children's songs. The kids love it when he sings, so he sometimes teaches through music. Aside from going out for karaoke with Tenma, Banri, and Citron, he also has karaoke dates with Seiya, Akira, and Kanata (they're from I☆Chu, btw).

Masumi always has an extra pair of earphones in his pockets aside from his usual headphones. He's normally not into sharing music, but if he's in a good mood, he'll lend an earbud. He takes music suggestions from Banri, Tsumugi, and Matsukawa. He will never admit that the OSTs Itaru sends him are pretty good.

Masumi also has a playlist for everyone in Mankai. He's made it based on the vibes of the music and the lyrics of the songs.

Itaru likes listening to video games and anime OSTs, so he's a bit clueless when it comes to music trivia/content/genres outside of them.

Citron occasionally teaches violin too. Izumi, Sakyo, Matsukawa, Guy, and Sakuya know that he normally has lessons on the weekdays. He's a strict teacher, but he does know which aspects his students is having difficulty in and will try to tackle that aspect. He also had Guy bring his violin over from Zahra (it's an heirloom and unimaginably expensive). Citron also only has one fine tuner, which is a sign of his expertise in the violin.

When Tenma was trying to re-learn guitar for a show, Matsukawa saw him and offered to help him. Despite his initial pensiveness, he does accept the help. Matsukawa is very adept on the guitar and through his guidance, Tenma manages to re-learn guitar faster and better than he would if he did it alone.

Misumi has a triangle (the instrument). Kazunari has teamed up and made Misumi ring the triangle whenever someone gets an idea. Tsuzuru was their first customer.

Banri learns the art of DJing from Kazunari. He's not really into it, but it's fun.

Sakuya, Banri, and Taichi are the ones who're into idols, and Taichi has gotten the two to dance and sing with him. They're all pretty good and their video (that Kazunari posted) is one of the most popular videos on the Mankai YT page.

Kumon and Juza aren't very confident singers.

Taichi knows bass from finding ways how to be popular. He stopped after a while since music fell out of popularity and his fingers were in tatters from the thick bass strings.

Tasuku knows a bit of piano from his GODZA days. He's also played lead in some musicals before, so he's a pretty good singer! While he can play some basic and pop songs on piano, it takes him a while to sightread.

Homare knows harp. Among other rich kid activities, he also knows some piano but prefers harp by a lot. He looks very elegant while playing it too. Homare's hands are a bit rougher than what you would expect because of the calluses from the harp.

Hisoka has also played double bass in the past (not that he remembers it). But Chikage does remember the time he was looking for Hisoka, only to find him sleeping in the double bass case. Hisoka also likes jazz music in addition to ambient music and ASMR.

This was supposed to be general HCs but I guess my music nerd just jumped out and this happened. ^^;; Anyway, I'm really into music too so I couldn't help myself!

[juuten]

For You | Tenma Sumeragi

@chewie-santatoast​ says:  Merry Christmas! How about ‘secrets’ with Tenten? ❤️💚🤍🧡

Aimee replies: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry I couldn’t greet you ‘Merry Christmas’ during that time :< That’s why I wish you a very advanced Merry Christmas! Also, stay safe and healthy!

This fic really took me a while to finish mainly because I needed to revise/shorten lots of parts. But surprisingly, I didn’t stray away from my initial idea when I thought of secrets and Tenma.

Anyway, the story takes place before Act 2. I hope this story will make you smile :D

For ‘A December with You’ event.

Today, Summer Troupe made sure to have the living room for themselves.

Fairy lights hung on the walls, painting the living room with an orange glow. Blankets and pillows surrounded the coffee table with a plate of onigiris on it. However, a winter’s night would never be complete without steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Muku delicately placed three mugs beside the onigiris, Yuki setting down the other two.

“Mr. Triangle!” Misumi grinned at the familiar triangle drawn on his cup of hot chocolate.

Muku grabbed his cup and giddily sat on his star-patterned blanket. "Mine's a crown!"

"The bear's almost like mine.” If one looked closely, a small smile dangled on Yuki’s lips.

Tenma reached for his mug and peeked at what Kazunari drew for him. "Is this a bonsai?"  

"Yep yep!" Kazunari sat on his spot in the living room. Then he winked and made a peace sign. “Kazunari Miyoshi’s latte art, everyone!”

Tenma's lips curled upwards. "Not bad." 

"Yippie! Now everything's set," Kazunari clapped his hands, "Operation ‘Tenten Living as a Non-Celeb: Christmas Edition,’ start!” 

But before Kazunari had the chance to show off his plans, the doorbell rang. Muku, being closest to the door, set down his mug and stood up.

"Who is it?" Muku said as he opened the door.

A brunette man wearing a gray suit smiled at him. “Good evening and advanced Merry Christmas, Muku-san.”

“Ah, Igawa-san! Likewise." Muku politely bowed.

Igawa set down an enormous sack on the ground. It looked like it was about to burst at any moment. "Please accept these gifts for the MANKAI members. Sumeragi-san and I chose them with utmost care." 

Then Igawa placed a thick scrapbook on Muku’s hands. "Also, please give this to Tenma-kun."

Muku obediently nodded. "I will! And thank you so much, Igawa-san!"

Igawa bowed and bid farewell before driving off. Muku secured the scrapbook under his armpit. Then he rolled up his sleeves. Pulling the sack with all his might, he trudged towards the living room.

“Mukkun, are you- Woah! Where did that super-duper big sack come from?” Kazunari’s eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw the boy set down the sack beside the Christmas tree. 

“It’s from Igawa-san and Tenma-kun's parents. They're gifts for us," Muku said in between pants. Tenma made a mental note to call his parents later.

Misumi put a familiar yellow triangle with a Santa Hat on Muku’s palms. “I'll give you Mr. Triangle Claus!”

Muku giggled and said thanks. When Muku returned to his spot, he presented the scrapbook to Tenma. “Tenma-kun, Igawa-san said this scrapbook was for you."

Tenma looked at him with confusion. Igawa always dropped off gifts from fans at his house while he delivered the important ones to the dorms. The gifts for the members were certainly one of those. However, the scrapbook was questionable. He was sure his parents did not make this; their careers always ate almost all of their time. Igawa was possible. However, Tenma knew managing his schedule was currently hectic. He always received more offers for both acting and modeling during the Christmas season. 

Suddenly, another potential person popped inside his head. With wide eyes, Tenma said, “Muku, who did it come from?"

“Um…” Muku flipped the scrapbook. He stumbled upon some initials at the far corner of the scrapbook. “There’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name) written at the bottom.”

Within a blink of an eye, Tenma grabbed the scrapbook from his hands. All of the Summer Troupe members looked at each other in mild bewilderment.

Kazunari was the first one to recover as he playfully nudged Tenma’s arm. “Hey, Tenten, who’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name)?”

“S-someone I'm close with!” 

Yuki suspiciously eyed Tenma as he drank his cup. “Hm…” 

Tenma fidgeted under his gaze. “Wh-what is it?”

Yuki placed his cup on the coffee table. Then with a menacing look, he said, “If you don’t tell us who they are, I’ll make you wear that rabbit costume again on Veludo Way. This time, alone.”

Misumi grinned. “I want to see rabbit Tenma again."

“That was supposed to be a one-time thing!” Tenma protested.

“Maybe the money-grubbing yakuza will increase the budget for costumes if I tell him the hack will advertise MANKAI Company this Christmas.” Yuki tapped his chin in thought.

Tenma grumbled. He was always careful to not expose your relationship with him when he was barely prepared. But now that his reputation (dignity) was on the line, he could not remain tight-lipped. Letting out a defeated sigh, he said, “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

Tenma breathed in before saying, “The initials stand for (First Name) (Last Name). It’s my girlfriend’s name.” 

“Someone managed to date the hack, huh," Yuki said.

“What do you mean by that!” The man in question violently reacted.

"Hold up, fam. Since we're on this topic," Kazunari wrapped his shoulder around the orange-haired man and shot him a grin, “we should look at the scrapbook together!"

Tenma glared at Kazunari. “No way. And this isn’t part of your operation or what in the first place!”

"It's fine, it's fine!" When Tenma still had a scowl on his face, Kazunari clasped his hands and pleadingly looked at him. "C'mon, Tenten! Please!" 

Tenma hugged the scrapbook to his chest. He knew he was doomed to be teased once he showed the scrapbook. Knowing you, you put lots of pictures he was unaware that you took them. Nevertheless, this was a risk he would rather take instead of wearing a rabbit costume for the whole Veludo to see. Besides, he trusted that his members would never leak his and your private lives to the public. 

Tenma unwrapped his arms from the scrapbook and placed it on his lap. “Fine. But no taking of pictures or videos.” With that, everyone sat closer to Tenma. 

Tenma’s heart pounded as he opened the scrapbook. A photo of a smiling couple sitting on a flowery meadow filled up the upper part of the first page. Below the picture was a handwritten caption that said, "First date planned by Yours Truly ☆." Then at the bottom of the page, there was a colored drawing of the meadow. Tenma's eyes widened in astonishment. Your illustration looked the same as he remembered. The difference was you put a dried sunflower at the center above the flowery meadow and drew its stem.

"(First Name)'s drawing and design are totes amazing! Kudos to her!" Kazunari said, which Tenma replied with a proud 'of course!'

Muku turned to the orange-haired man with excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Tenma-kun, what did you do on your first date?" 

"Did you find triangles with her?" Misumi asked.

"Only the Trianglian will do that there," Yuki commented.

“We had a picnic, talked and took some photos. Then, uh...” Tenma scratched his head, trying to remember any fascinating but not too embarrassing moments from his first date. "We also played Twenty One Questions.”

“So what do you do?” Tenma asked the moment you proposed this game.

“We just alternately ask each other twenty-one questions and answer them. The questions can be about anything at all!” A mischievous glint passed your eyes, which you covered up with a smile.

Your boyfriend seemed to be unaware of it as he smirked. “I’ve handled many interviews, so this one’s easy.”

“It’s still your first time playing this though. That’s why I’ll start asking you.” You intertwined your hands with his. Then with the most serious face you could muster, you said, “If you meet an alien who lands in Japan, what is the first thing you will give them?”

You tried to hold back your laughter when you saw his dumbfounded face. He was so confident seconds ago, and now, he was a flustered mess. 

You brushed your thumbs on his hands to help him relax. “It’s only a hypothetical question, Tenma-san. You don’t need to think too much about it.”

“Still, how did you even come up with that question?”

You wagged your index finger. “It’s not yet your turn to ask a question.”

“I can’t ask at all?!”

“That’s a question, Tenma-san.”

Tenma groaned, making you laugh. Then he scratched his head. “I’ll give the alien a map of Japan, I guess.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if they can understand our language though.” Then you shook your head. “Well, a map’s still a good choice!”

You squeezed his hands. “It’s your turn to ask a question, Tenma-san.”

Now that Tenma paid attention to it, you still used an honorific for him. It was progress compared to the early days wherein you called him by his last name. At that time, it was so awkward for him; it felt like you two were co-workers instead of lovers. But even now, he wanted you to be comfortable with him. With those thoughts, he said, “You know you could drop the honorific, right?”

You nodded. “I know. But I can’t just casually call someone who I really respect and admire.”

At the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of bloomed sunflowers near your side. You unclasped your hands from his and plucked the sunflowers. Giving one to him, you said with a tender smile, “To my sunflower who I adore.”

Muku tightly hugged his pillow to his chest. “That’s so romantic of (First Name)-san!”

“Yeah… but then she asked another random question for the game.” Tenma sighed at that. Then he looked at the next page. Red painted his cheeks as he saw a stolen shot of him eating your homemade sandwich.

“The sandwich is a triangle!” Misumi grinned.

“You’re right, Sumi! It is!” Kazunari patted him on the back. 

Meanwhile, Yuki pointed at the picture and said, “Hack, you eat like a kid. Look at the crumbs on your mouth.”

“It only happened during that time! Besides… (First Name)’s sandwich was delicious,” Tenma murmured the latter part as he munched on an onigiri.

As Tenma continued to tell what happened in the other photos, his gaze softened. He never thought that he would enter a romantic relationship and last this long. After all, school and his career demanded so much of his attention. But this scrapbook proved him wrong. It carried the many memories both of you made. If he had to choose his fondest memory of you, it would be you watching his performance. Tenma beamed with pride whenever he saw you laughing, crying, or overall getting hooked alongside the audience. It meant that Summer Troupe’s efforts paid off. Moreover, he got to express his gratitude towards you through his acting. Nonetheless, the ambitious actor would never stop improving and showing you the best performance. 

As Tenma flipped to another page, a photo fell out and landed beside Kazunari’s lap. The latter looked down and picked it up. Kazunari stopped chewing his onigiri, his jaw dropping in surprise. 

“OMG! Tenten, you look super cute!” Tenma had no time to react as Kazunari shoved the photo to his face. Tenma grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand out of the way. 

“Kazunari, what-” 

The orange-haired man froze. Out of all the pictures, why did you include this one in the scrapbook? It was a photo he definitely could not show to anyone without stripping his dignity away. But you were an exception since you begged for it as your birthday present. Still, you owning the photo did not mean you could put it without letting him know first! Anyone else could see it the moment the scrapbook landed at the dorm. And news traveled fast in a dorm with many people.

Misumi giggled. “It’s baby Tenma.”

“He doesn’t have the ‘Ore-sama’ air around him yet,” Yuki said as he stared at the photo.

Tenma snapped out of his trance and snatched the picture from Kazunari. "Oi! You don’t need to see it!” 

Misumi tilted his head in wonder. “But it was in the scrapbook.”

"Yeah, but still!" 

Then Muku noticed the black ink on the back of the polaroid. Tugging on Tenma’s sleeve, he said, “Tenma-kun, I think there’s something written at the back.”

Tenma begrudgingly flipped the photo on its back. He immediately recognized your handwriting that wrote the following message:

I hope your true friends will see all of your sides that I love, including this one. 

P.S., Merry Christmas, Tenma-san! I hope you like my gift ♡ 

Tenma covered his face with his hand, trying to fight off the smile forming on his lips.

[emilycollins00]

Hi hiiii~ I'd like to request Kazunari's, Hisoka's and Omi's reactions for when you hug them from behind when they don't expect it! UwU Backhugs are the best 👌 💓

This gave me JOY. ow I wish I could backhug everyone I know.

Please enjoy!

Kazunari

Surprised backhugs are like, his most favourite thing ever??

I mean, it’s Kazu. Whatever you do would be his favorite thing.

But really, he just loves being surprised with hugs. He’s a pretty much straightforward guy and used to initiating things, no prob up until there.

But oh man, when you come to him like that…? He’s pure joy.

He’ll even jump up and down with you laughing clinging on to him. He then usually asks you how your day has been.

If he’s having a bad day, it’s you and your hugs are what he needs, he learned. Total recovery within seconds verified

Lot’s of selfies with you back hugging him. He loves it.

“I made it!” you put your arms around his neck from behind. You had spotted Kazunari sitting on the bench and decided to surprise him with a hug “What are you working on? Not sure what it is but looks great”

The blond jumped startled at the contact but that only lasted a second, laughing “Y/N, you’re looking bomb today too!” he squeezed you back, kissing you on the cheek “Look. You are witnessing the very first draft for the Open art Competition of next month! Pretty dope, don’t you think?”

He turned to you, excitement in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling his enthusiasm contagious “You bet!” you released him so he could get up “You ever done this before?”

“Nah, this is a pretty big deal… it would be incredible to just make it to the finals though!”

                                            -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Are you sure it’s him?” you talked to your, what seemed to be a walkie-talkie, seriously.

“Yup! I can distinguish Kazu from suuuper far!”

“Cool, keep your eyes on him Misumi. The moment he can see you, leave your roof position and come down.”

“Roger!”

Yuki narrowed his eyes at your exchange while everyone else kept finishing their tasks “I know the celebration is for Mr. Extrovert… but you being here almost feels like HE is here.”

“That’s what I like to hear, dear Yuki” closing the call with Misumi, you nodded to yourself as you turned around the living room clapping your hands loudly “Okay everyone! Target’s on his way. 500 meters, everybody to his positions, this is not a drill!”

“D-did we have specific positions?” Muku looked around in panic.

Tsuzuru entered the room. “Do we really have to turn off the light? It’s still daylight. Miyoshi-san will see us either way.”

Omi laughed, leaving the last dishes on the table as Homare appeared with Tasuku and a sleeping Hisoka..

“Oh my, this celebration will be sublime! Ah, to gather all of us here together and alude at the majesty of the arts…! I’m thinking of a poem that-"

“Please don’t.” Tenma pleaded at the mere thought “We’ll have enough art once Kazunari arrives.”

Izumi approached you smiling. “This is so exciting.”

You beamed at her. Kazunari had just called you that morning saying he had received a notification that he had somehow gotten first prize at the contest.

And so, being the amazing partner that you were, you decided to prepare a small surprise to celebrate his achievement; He deserved it and everyone had been more than happy to try and come to help.

“I’m home fam!”

Kazunari took off his shoes and waited for the usual noise coming from inside. Nothing.

Confused, he opened the door to the living room when-

“SURPRISEEEE!!”

You jumped on him from behind “Congratulations on your first prize, Kazunari!!”

“Wait, what-! Y/N? Guys?? What are you- is this for me?” he looked around, his mouth open in shock.

“Well, it’s definitely not for anyone that enters.” Banri smirked.

Izumi looked at you “Y/N told us about your win, so everyone tried to make it to congratulate you.”

Kaunari turned to you awestruck. “Wait… really?” you nodded, still not letting him go. “Oh man, you are goals Y/N!” he smiled hard. His heart felt warm and loudly in his chest. He loved you SO much.

Taking his phone out, he looked at the rest “Come on! Everyone gets inside this selfie saying: Wiiin!”

“Wiiiin!”

-

 Hisoka

This man I swear.

Forget about the surprising part, It’s so difficult to even give him backhugs.

Not because he doesn’t like them.

He’s just always laying around??

He definitely has a thing for lap pillow but enjoys when you come and squeeze him too.

Having you by his side relaxes him, knowing you’re close.

He grumbles whenever you finish backhugging him to move or go somewhere.

This was your chance. You knew it.

You had come before hand to the dorm, Tsumugi opening the door for you and accompanying you to the living room.

“Thanks again Tsumugi-kun. Sorry for calling you unannounced.”

"Don't worry. I'm happy I happened to be here to open you" The blue-haired man smiled. “I’m afraid Hisoka-kun might still be on his part-time job.” he looked at his watch.

You nodded. You counted on that. “It' fine. Now, this is going to sound really immature Tsumugi-kun, but I really want to surprise him with a hug from behind.”

He laughed. “Rigth. Hisoka-kun seems always at peace when you hug him."

“I also like the surprise part a lot," you moved around the living room. It was shockingly empty given the time. “but I still have to catch Hisoka unaware- or not laying around somewhere. Whatever comes first ”

“Sounds difficult.”

You were about to answer when you heard two distinctive voices coming from the entrance.

“Mikage, go at least to the living room before you collapse. You’ll bother everyone.”

“Tasuku… up.”

“Like hell I will. What am I, your babysitter?”

You turned to the winter troupe leader and started pushing him “Okay, this is it! l’ll hide behind the door. Stay here and call for Hisoka- and act normal!”

“H-hide…? Confuse but unable to say anything, Tsumugi tried to follow your instructions. Not a moment later, the sleepy member entered the room yawning. “…I’m back.”

“W-welcome Hiso-“

"Welcome back!"

You showed up from behind and jumped as you rested your head on his shoulder from behind, squeezing tight.

He turned to you porker face. “Y/N… were you coming today?”

You frowned. That’s not how it was supposed to be. “This is where you’re supposed to get surprised.”

“But I knew it was you.”

“Uh, now? How?”

“I just knew it.”

“Oh man…” dejected, you were about to release him when his arms stopped you. You tilted your head.

“Don’t go.”

At his childish demeanor, you and Tsugumi exchanged glances and softly laughed. Tasuku entered sighing with a bag of marshmallows at hand. "I’m back. Mikage left this thing around the entrance floor again… ah, Y/N.”

“Hey, Tasuku-kun! Want a backhug?”

The actor frowned confused as Hisoka strengthened his grip, grumbling and heading to the couch with you.

Guess he wouldn’t get one.

-

 Omi

He likes to feel you leaning on him.

I also visualize him also liking being the little spoon but that’s another thought for another day

Anyhow, he’s comforted by your warmth.

He usually can’t help but turn so he can wrap you in his arms. Gives small kisses on your face, squeezing you with love.

I’m melting, you are so precious to him.

“Is this everything, Y/N-san?”

You smiled at the scriptwriter, wiping the sweat off your forehead “Yes, thank you Tsuzuru. I’m sure you were busy, so I appreciate it.”

He dismissed you with his hands “It’s fine. I’m glad my job as a mover came in handy.” he took notice of the time “ah, but I really should leave for my part-time. You sure it's fine?”

You had managed to find a new place after your roommate had to suddenly go back home due to personals reasons. It had been a nightmare but after a few nights awake looking everywhere, you were able to find a tiny one-bedroom apartment.

You nodded. “Why did I start dating Omi if not to use him as packing mule? He’ll help me unpack.”

“Glad we sorted that out” the tall university student appeared with the last box.

“Okay fine, I guess you’re a bit handsome too.”

He grinned “Where do you want me to put this again?

You hummed while opening the box to see its content “Ah, these are my books. The first room to the right, handsome butler.”

Tsuzuru laughed. “Then I’ll be leaving.”

“Tell everyone at the dorm I left quiche with roasted potatoes and some vegetables in the fridge.” Omi turned to the spring member before entering your place.

“Will do Omi-san.”

“Take care Tsuzuru, thanks again!” Closing the door, you stretched sighing. “Wow, this has been exhausting. Can’t believe I need to open everything again after all the trouble…”

“I’ll make lunch if you start organizing the rooms. Then I’ll help you finish, what do you think?”

                                           ……………………………

After a while, you heard a frying noise from the kitchen. Quietly, you stepped in, back hugging him as usual.

“Oh?” Omi turned slightly to see the top of your head, smiling when he noticed you wrapping your arms around him “Hey there, how’s it going?”

“Tiring.” you had your face buried I his back “Thank you for helping me move Omi.”

“No problem. Would have never left you alone to do all of this.”

“…Aren’t you making a little bit too much?” you peeked from behind him, still not letting go. “You know it’s just the two of us, right? No other twenty people to eat the leftovers.”

He laughed, stirring the pan. “I’m just making a bit more so you can have something to eat tomorrow.”

“You are too perfect, you know that?” you smiled. “Thanks.”

He left the pan and turned to finally kiss you as he caressed your arms. “I could say the same about you.”

_____________________________________________

I bought myself some cookies because I felt really good about how it turned out If I say so myself! Hopefully you guys like it too  💕

Have a wonderful day!

[imaginesfora3]

G, K, O, X & Y for Misumi? 💕💕

Ikaruga Misumi: 

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

There aren’t many people who attempt to understand his love for all things triangular but you’d been a person who happily joined him in his hunting from the day you’d become friends. You even made him things that weren’t normally triangular in nature in front of his very eyes, leaving him in awe at your skill. He knows you regularly go out of your way to keep him happy and that there are times where he can be overwhelming, but he always shows how grateful he is by showering you with gifts (sometimes, they’re even things he knows you actually want!) and affection. 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kisses with him are always over too quick for your liking, mostly because his mind was constantly buzzing and he could never just sit still. He had a tendency to kiss you very suddenly when he got excited, grabbing your face in his hands and smiling brightly before he smothered your lips with his own, sometimes giggling into the kiss before pulling away and acting as though nothing had happened. 

The first kiss was rather sudden but you were glad to know Misumi wanted to take the initiative as he’s the one who kissed you. He was a friendly person so you could never pinpoint if you were special to him or not, couldn’t tell if he liked you in the same way you liked him, so you’d come to the conclusion that nothing more would bloom between you. When you’d presented him with a perfectly shaped onigiri his eyes had lit up and he said ‘I accept’ before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You have no actual idea what that rice ball was supposed to mean but it became quite obvious from the blush on his face that he did, indeed, return your feelings. 

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Misumi always appears rather air-headed yet happy and energetic, so noticing any change in him after he falls in love is unlikely. The only hint that he has feelings for you is one that only others can see, as he talks about you nearly as much as he talks about hunting for triangles; he finds some way to make a topic about you or to mention you in some way, and more than once he’s wandered around the house looking for you to keep him company (questioning everyone who crossed his path). Since he had many oddities, it didn’t click to anyone who wasn’t a hopeless romantic that Misumi’s actions were because of his crush on you.

Misumi gives you the glorious gift of his company and triangles as a way to express his feelings, loving to spend quality time with you no matter what you’re doing (though he has his preferences). Once the first kiss is out of the way he has no problem saying things like ‘You’re too cute!’ or ‘I love you!’ without any prompting, his love for you presented as unabashedly as his love for triangles is. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He is actually quite affectionate in nature, nestling his way into your arms much like he did your heart: very forcefully. When you’re laying down in bed or on a couch he’ll practically dive in, making room for himself and smiling brightly up at you as he asks if you’re sleepy. He likes the feeling of your arms around him as it’s comforting, a reminder he’s not alone, and if you were to rake your fingers through his hair you’d have him practically purring. 

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

If you were to go away on a trip or just not have the time to spend with him due to work/school, there’d be a clear change in his attitude; he’s not nearly as enthusiastic as he normally is and it deeply worries his many dorm mates. It takes quite a few weeks with no affection or physical interaction from you before he starts to get like this but once he’s there, the only cure is you coming back to him and giving him a big hug, reassuring him you had no plans of disappearing again for a long time (or ever, if you could help it). 

[ethereaiin]

Moonlight | a3!

synopsis; lost in a dense forest with no memory of who or what you are, leaves a specially made void in your heart. why do you have distant memories of something you cannot recall?

features; you and ikaruga misumi

[yokai au 1/??] 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Moonlight passes over rolling hills and shines through the gaps of the forest’s thick canopy. The distant cries of owls along with the buzzing of cicadas were the only noises that interrupted the otherwise peaceful silence. There was a breeze that flowed through the woodlands, gently swaying the trees and ruffling the ends of your loose fitting clothes. 

You don’t pay any attention to the sudden drop in temperature that chills the exposed skin of your arms and hands, the sensation serves as a reminder of your lost humanity. You cannot remember the last time you’ve ever seen the light of day. Night was all you knew; the pale shimmer of the moon looming above you was your only companion in these desolate hours.

Fallen branches and dried leaves crunch under your feet as you step out from the treeline and into an open clearing. The moon’s rays are at its brightest now that they aren’t obscured by the thick foliage of the forest and the music of the night, created solely out of natural ambience, became nothing more than a quiet hum. 

You wasted no time in settling yourself down onto the lush grass below, your gaze enraptured by the sight of the glowing moon above you. It shines so prettily along with the twinkling stars and for a brief moment you wish you could join them in the sky. For countless nights, ones you no longer kept count of after a while, you’ve awoken in this very forest with no clue as to who you are or how you ended up in a place as lonely as this. What you do remember, however, is the warmth of the sun that you’ve yet to see but miss so dearly. 

You wonder how long it’s been since you last saw it or felt its blazing kiss against your skin. The cold nights you’ve become so numb to provide no comfort or reprieve and with a withering sigh, you pull your knees up to your chest. Despite your body being as eternally cold as the surrounding night air, you attempt to gather what little heat you possess as a means to recreate the warmth of the sun you distantly recall. 

In the midst of all your accumulating thoughts over your forgotten memories, you’ve never once concerned yourself with why your only memory consisted of the tender glow of the sun.

“What are you looking at?”

With widened eyes and a startled jolt, your head shoots up towards the person now looming above you and effectively blocking the moon’s light. The first thing your gaze is met with is a mask resembling a fox which obscures the identity of the person in front of you. Although his features remain a mystery to you, you could distinctly recognize his voice as one that sounds masculine. It’s tone carries a childish curiosity and overlooking your own initial panic, you almost think it’s somewhat familiar. Clad in darkly colored robes, he stands tall before you and with the added highlight of the moon’s luster, he appears otherworldly. It’s only until your eyes catch a slight flicker of movement behind him that you realize there are a number of tails attached to him, nine to be more specific. He is not human, that is what you've gathered, but for some reason his presence doesn't unsettle you as much as it should.

Your mouth opens, lips forming inaudible words before you stop and place a hand against your throat. Your brows knit tightly together and panic begins to settle deep in your chest in the form of painful twists. With horrifying awareness, you realize that you had no voice to speak with.

The figure above you makes a sound of awe, one that immediately has your attention and when you return your gaze back up to him you’re taken off guard by his blatant lack of personal space. He’s crouched down to your height, his face leaning dangerously close to your own and giving you an unrequested closer look at the mask he wears. It's made of wood, painted white and red, and appears so worn that you’re sure it’s been in his possession for more than a few years. You aren’t given much time to examine it further before the stranger pulls it up and away from his face when he deems it a nuisance in his inspection of you.

Citrine colored eyes that glow ominously in the night beckons your attention and paired with it is a boyish grin that would have otherwise appeared harmless if it weren’t for the overly sharpened set of canines. His tousled hair flutters gently in the wind, it’s periwinkle color barely perceived due to the moonlight that causes it to take on a more silvery hue.

“You’re one of the lost, aren’t you?” 

You open your mouth again in an attempt to speak, though nothing comes out and the hand you rest against the base of your neck slightly tightens. At the lack of a response from you, the male’s excitement only seems to grow. 

“And you’ve had your voice stolen too!” He emits another hum and you watch as his head curiously tilts as his expression changes to reflect his wonder. “I’ve never seen one like you before.”

There are so many things you wish to ask him, mainly all of it pertaining to the reason why he was here. Throughout the many nights you’ve awoken in this forest, you’ve never once come across another being. The thought of finally not being alone anymore was overwhelming as it was, but the fact that he also seemed to have known something about who or what you were was enough to make you curse your inability to speak.

“How long have you been sitting around here?” His sudden question pries you out of your thoughts for a brief moment. “You’re not supposed to be here for too long, you know. Or bad things could happen to you.”

His tone holds a cheery lightness that makes you second guess everything he says as the truth. You were unsure of whether he was toying with you or if his word of warning was meant to be taken seriously. Your expression must have clearly displayed your worry as he was quick to throw in some words of assurance, ones you were apprehensive in trusting.

“Don’t worry,” He placates with a gentle pat to the top of your head. His grin returns to brighten his features and for a reason unknown to you, you find yourself drawn to his jubilation. “That’s why I’m here to help you!”

[neartheeasternfence]

Oyaji, Aniki, and so On

Impressions; Chapter 5

It was said that Yashiro and Ryuuzaki were the yakuza brothers (ch.3, vol.1). Nanahara claimed that Yashiro had the higher grade than Ryuuzaki, since Ryuuzaki’s Matsubara Group was the subsidiary of their Shinseikai (ch.1, vol.1). Also said that Yashiro went ahead of Ryuuzaki in his career as yakuza (ch.14, vol.3). Misumi and Yashiro held a ceremony to take a pledge to become yakuza father-and-son, exchanging sakazuki (sake cup), when Misumi had been the head (kumichou) of Shinseikai (ch.10, vol.2). Ryuuzaki was not Misumi’s yakuza son, even after Misumi’s promotion to wakagashira (the second in command) of Doushinkai, leaving Shinseikai (ch.14).

Ryuuzaki was obliged to bring aid to Hirata (ch.5, vol.2, ch.14). Hirata was the yakuza son of Misumi, and succeeded the head of Shinseikai. He was able to order Ryuuzaki to sell stimulant drugs and even to kill Yashiro (ch.14). All in all, Ryuuzaki is Hirata’s minion (kobun). At some time point, Ryuuzaki, exchanging sakazuki, would have become Hirata’s yakuza son. In other words, Yashiro was Misumi’s direct retainer, while Ryuuzaki was the indirect vassal.

Wakagashira is supposed to be the head’s most trusted confidant and is the candidate for the succession of the organization. That was exactly what applicable to Misumi. He must have been a board member of the parent organization Doshinkai from the time he was the head of Shinseikai. He handed Shinseikai over to Hirata, and promoted to wakagashira of Doshinkai. Succeeding through the succession battle, Misumi took over the position of the president, after decease of the previous one Tachiki (ch.35, vol.6). In the case of Sakura Family which have been taking hereditary system, wakagashira Muraji calls the family head--Tsunakawa oyaji (papa) and is always close to him.

In Shinseikai, however, the relationship between Hirata and Yashiro was strained. They were both Misumi’s yakuza son, so brothers by nature, and at the same time father-and-son (ch.17, vol.4, ch.33, vol.6). When they promoted to the head and wakagashira of Shinseikai, they must have inevitably formed the father-and-son relationship*. That could led Yashiro and Ryuuzaki to yakuza brothers. According to their use of words, they seemed to be equal brothers, with no one being aniki (elder brother). Yashiro’s ascent was made by Misumi (ch.17, vol.4). It seemed Hirata and Yashiro were segregating each other in the same group. Spatially, they were in different buildings (ch.3). Yashiro did not have the support of his immediate superior.

Taking one thing with another, Ryuuzaki, the head of Matsubara Group, may have had room to compete with Yashiro, wakagashira of Shinseikai.

In chapter 5, when Ryuuzaki with bloodshot eyes approached Yashiro, Doumeki quickly put his left arm in to protect Yashiro. He had no intention of intervening in the conversation between the bosses, keeping in low profile, but he tried to keep Ryuuzaki away. Being a former policeman, it could be said that he was simply and naturally acting as a bouncer. As a matter of fact, Ryuuzaki was nothing threatening to Yashiro. Yashiro consistently seized the initiative, and showed his spare attitude throughout the panels and pages. In contrast, his eyes were full of suggestiveness (redrawn in vol.2) when he took a glance at Doumeki. Yashiro was probably half-munekyun, being protected by Doumeki. And then laughed quite squinting way (redrawn in vol.2) about Ryuuzaki, who moreover lost his temper at Doumeki’s using the word sono-hito (that person) for Yashiro.

---------------------------------------- Note: *There was no instance that Yashiro addressed Hirata oyaji, but he did Hirata-san. He does not address even Misumi oyaji, but Misumi-san, and uses annta as the second-person singular pronoun for Misumi which is less formal than anata, befitting for the former lover. Ryuuzaki, too, used Hirata-san as addressing, and it was Misumi that he addressed oyaji (ch.6, vol.2, ch.17). Were those respects for the big executive? What is unsettling is only once in ch.1, vol.1, Yashiro made the monologue that meant he was a yakuza younger brother of Misumi (shatei relationship). Yakuza society seems to be based on the principle of direct inheritance. In the past, Misumi had tried to get Kurobane his kobun (son) in order to make him succeed the organization. Yet Kurobane had rather preferred to serve Misumi personally than becoming the successor of the organization, and had chosen remaining Misumi’s shatei (younger brother) (ch.28, vol.5). For Tachiki’s yakuza younger brothers, Misumi is the legitimate yakuza son of their eldest brother. Misumi shows his respects for them by calling them ojiki (uncle) (ch.14, ch.35).

[emilycollins00]

Muku + Azami headcanons

For lovely @skateboarding-poet!

It’s my first time writing a rareship but I had so much fun! These two are just so precious, I love them to pieces. Please enjoy! 💕

This ship is basically nonchalantic innocence meets bubbly dreamland and is gorgeous.

Azami might not get why Muku likes reading shojo so much, but while he can feel he’s going to hell just from hearing all the indecent things his boyfriend has read... he won’t judge too much overall.

Muku likes them and they are important to him, so now they are important to Azami too within certains limits of course

Others are not extended the same courtesy though, a.k.a Sakyo

Both of his personalities are pretty calm and chill so whenever they go on dates it’s all about walking around Veludo to shop for make-up and books, visiting animal cafes or just staying at the dorm in each other’s rooms.

Muku adores listening to Azami’s voice. He also discovers Azami tends to hum whenever he’s in a good mood so the summer troupe member will usually peak over the manga he’s reading, his heart skipping a beat at the soft sounds.

I also feel like Azami is not really one to expect praises out of nowhere, so when Muku starts compliment him -as the ball of sunshine he is with no filter whatsoever-.

“...Need something?”

“Oh,no! I was just thinking I really love your eyes Azami-kun, they are  beautiful!”

Azami can never anticipate those and becomes an absolute mess.

On a similar note I don’t think Azami is a looks person as much as he is a personality person, but he can’t deny just how pretty Muku is?? 

Everyone in Mankai can see his eyes softening while unconciously staring at the pink-haired helping Izumi with the dishes or laughing at Misumi’s antics and it’s so blatantly clear how in love he is.

Kisses are too much for Azami’s heart at the beginning of their relationship though, maybe a peck on the cheeks in private but he’s NOT a pervert okay??

The first time Muku ever reached out to held Azami’s hand, boy swore his heart stopped.

“Wha-! A-at least wait until we are married dammit!”

“R-right, I’m sorry! I just thought that- um, your hands always look so soft b-but of course my hands are sweaty and they-”

Before he finishes, a pinkie intertwines with his. Muku has never seen the boy’s ears in such a red color “Azami-kun?”

“Just don’t look at me, okay?. God this is so...”

After the initial shock, Muku squeezes back giggling. 

Later that night, both are still glancing at their own pinkies in their respective rooms and im soft about it.

Of course the whole yakuza family knows Muku by now wouldn’t expect less and you better believe that boy will be protected for life. The Sakisaka’s also adore Azami who brings them the best skin products choosen with the utmost care.

Muku asking opinion to Azuma, Yuki and Sakoda gift ideas for Azami for being always so attentive but he’s so lost.

CDs?? Make up? ah, but make up is expensive, and what if he already has them or worst what if he hates them or-

In the end he makes wool felt dolls of them with Omi’s help. 

“A-as I thought it’s really childish, right? I’m sorry I should have just-!”

“Are they for me”

“Uh?”

“The dolls” Azami takes the one that looks like Muku and glances at the young boy.

“Oh! um- yeah!”

The dolls are now sitting next to each other in his desk and NO ONE is allowed to touch them.

Anyway, Muku going starry-eyed whenever he sees Azami’s skills in action.

Also, whenever Azami gets injured or he just genuinely feels tired from rehearsals, Muku takes his hand unconsciously and places a kiss on it and Azami becomes a blushing mess right away.

But in general Muku knows just how reserved Azami is in the romantic aspect and won’t push him out of his comfort zone until he’s comfortable.

Still, Azami will be more likely to show PDA if he senses Muku needs a comforting presence, tiny kisses in his forehead are a must.

All in all it’s a quiet and slow love, but neither of them would change it for anything.

Extra!

Azami had never been good at showing his feelings, or at least that’s what he heard from others since he was young- deadpan face was it?- he didn’t remember much.

Reality though was quite the opposite. He always seemed to feel too much, respond too quick in waves of emotions. His determination and strong fuse if pressed wrongly often gave him troubles so he opted to lay low, or at least, that was before he entered Mankai.

And then- god, then there was Muku, who had amplified those feelings beyond what he thought it was possible.

Much to Azami’s own surprise due to their evident views on love and its approach, the pink-haired boy had become someone who was eager to learn everything about him, who accepted both the good and the bad. Someone who accepted his passion and pride.

“Azami-kun, you are amazing!”

Of course he had fallen in love.

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It was a fuzzy feeling whenever lights were out for the day and Azami still got messages from the young summer member, even if they had said their goodbyes half an hour ago before heading to their respectives rooms. It was the Muku who started them most of the time, usually to rant on him about the last story he was reading in a failed attempt to warm Azami up towards that hell of a perverted genre, but he would lie if he said he hadn’t gotten used to them.

His phone vibrates, a light signaling a new message once again.

What do you think, won’t you consider it? It’s one of the best I’ve read!

Azami rolls his eyes, but there’s a fond smile on his face. His thumb scrolls down softly over the five continuous paragraphs -new record, he also noticed- that consisted the review of Muku’s manga before texting back.

Already told you. Just find me one where there’s no kissing, holding hands or any of that perverted stuff you and that shitty old man enjoy and then I’ll read it.

He could practically visualize the pout forming on Muku’s face as he read his response.

But that kind of shojo manga isn’t romantic at all!

He chuckles. Being in a relationship before marriage was something he had swore wouldn’t happen to him. But his feelings for Muku were real, and he wouldn’t changed them for the world.

Checking the time, he saw it was getting late- they shouldn’t cut more hours for their skin to rest. He was about to write back to notify Muku of his plans to go to sleep when he saw an audio. Turquoise eyes frowned as he tilted his head confused. Muku had never sent him audios before, mainly because they saw each other every day.

He laid back, resting his head on the pillow and clicked on it, vaguely curious.

There it was, that characteristic bubbly voice Azami had learned to distinguish, quieted down probably to not bother Kazunari. Just what-?

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

He definitely jolted and quickly turned to Sakyo’s side, containing his breath until he noticed the annoying snores from his bed. All compose had left him in those three seconds the audio lasted, and Azami swears his chest did a backflip on its own. 

“What the hell...?”

Muku really wasn’t aware of the weigh of his own words.

He stares at the phone, his mind registering what had just happened. Then, as if in a trance, he’s barely aware of his actions before his finger presses the audio again- just one more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams-”

One more time.

He could feel the sound of his smile over the phone. The way he drew out his name, so full of affection. His tone was warm and light, and how was he supposed to sleep now, Azami didn’t know.

Groaning, the autumn member covers his face with the back of his hand. Shit, he’s so embarrassed he can feel the heat growing on his cheeks and ears.

He rolls on the bed, taking a quick glance at the few photos of Mankai Omi gave him once to decorate the empty wall. A special warmth showers Azami when he makes contact with those purple eyes, always gentle. They looked back at him with a softness he had rarely encountered before and a smile that made his heart once again leap on his chest.

Oh, he was so done.

“He’s gonna kill me…he’s gonna fuckin’ kill me…”

And yet, he played it once again.

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Wishing everyone a wonderful day!  💕