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i cannot with his BIG STUPID PANTS /pos

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IKKAKU HCS

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general hcs for Ikkaku (nanbaka)

warnings: nanbaka manga spoilers! also.. might be a little ooc..

author's note: i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku i love you ikkaku

my first time writing hcs.. [gulps]

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Some manga spoilers !!

His hair is fried. Period. It quite literally stands up on its own and even has little lightning shapes, humbly this man needs to condition the shit outta of his hair. His hair hates to see him using his powers.

When thinking of ideas for tattoos, he has a little sketchbook for carrying around tattoo designs he thinks of (usually in his cave where Kojiro finds him hiding out a lot). Ikkaku especially does this when he needs a break from the rest of the Shiki members.

Despite Ikkaku’s “rude” way of speaking, Ikkaku is stupidly smart. We have seen this with him purposefully limiting his power to sneak “under the radar” when he went to Nanba prison! (He’s just a little.. dumb)

Cannot stand shirts. 💀 Brody already has a tough time with putting pants, he is NOT putting on a shirt.

Hypothetically, if he put on one of those button-up shirts, they would just pop tf open. Or they would be straining for their LIVES

On that note, he think he looks COOL. Gets bothered when the rest of the Shiki members (mostly Mei) tell him to put something else on. Let the man get his fashion era on

At this point, the local sake store employees know this man’s order by heart. he will singlehandedly keep all the sake stores in the area in business along with Kojiro who drinks with him 😭

LOVES to annoy the absolute fuck out of Isou, though he likes to bicker with everyone. Bickering is his favorite activity when he’s at the base

That reminds me, he LOVES playing devil’s advocate. This man loves to argue, fight, he eats it up EVERYTIME

Speaking of fighting, this man is BORED. He would be the type to go out and fight someone just for the sake of fighting 💀 Ikkaku is clutching onto Musashi and Uoza, giggling and kicking his feet as he remembers their fights and power

When he fights, I’m sorry but he doesn’t care if you’re a girl, boy, they, or whatever. He’s gonna DESTROY you with the same amount of force as he fights with everyone else. He thinks it’s stupid to hold back just because of someone’s gender 🤧

Despite his initial “I hate everyone” attitude, he really cares for the people he admires and considers a friend. Example, Kojiro. It really upset Ikkaku to see someone who he had become close friends with get taken advantage by the Man with the Scar and Elf, so he had to step in and remind his buddy Kojiro not to follow Elf’s way.

Following that tangent, Ikkaku wants freedom which is why he is so adamant on freeing himself and possibly others with powers (if they follow) from not only Nanba prison but also Shiki. (Though he still very much wants revenge on the Man with the Scar)

Ikkaku, despite the rocky start with how his powers came to be, enjoys and indulges in his power, unlike Musashi (a nice parallel between the two). Ikkaku is not afraid or ashamed of his powers and condemns Musashi for feeling that way. Ikkaku sees his power as a sign of strength and a tool to be used to prevent himself from feeling chained.

With the little information we got on Ikkaku’s backstory, other than the fact he was in the military when he was younger (he looks younger in the manga panels). I feel as though Ikkaku had been treated like a weapon similar to his treatment as an adult, a feeling which he despised and went rogue on, LIKE Ikkaku running and separating himself from Shiki in present Nanbaka.

On a lighter note, he does not care about his appearance whatsoever. He didn’t care when Shin complimented his face 😮‍💨 he does not see the appeal in his appearance (which is a shame because HE’S SO HOT)

When there’s no sake, Ikkaku will resort to melon soda. Can crush the soda can in one hand 🤭

He is VERY precise when giving tattoos. Will not look up unless it is DONE. He takes his tattoos with pride and you know damn well they are gonna look good after he’s done.

Probably gave Kojiro a shark tattoo, or was tempted to when he heard Kojiro talking about a possible tattoo of his sharks.

Will claim with all of his heart, that crocodile doesn’t taste like chicken

Sometimes Ikkaku has to go out and hunt crocodiles because he gets a craving 🤧 (poor lil’ guy) he would fight the croc with bare hands to show who’s superior

Very flexible, use this information as you will.

Has different ear piercings! I feel like he would be the type to “test his strength” by getting piercings that are supposed to hurt the “most”.

Will refuse to put on any shoes. Like the shirt situation, he doesn’t like the way it feels 😭He MIGHT put on sandals if he is pestered enough. He would be complaining the whole time though (but he has his little toe ring sock thing going on)

So I lied, he cares a LITTLE BIT about his appearance, his muscles. He will show off his biceps and abs each time (maybe even flexes them a bit.. Idk 😍)

Will purposefully sharpen his nails so they resemble claws. LMAO he thinks it looks cool

Strangely smells like melons🧐

The type to have a oddly clean room with like barely any decorations 😭 (someone give this man some posters at least)

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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! I didn't realize I wrote so much for him ¯_(　´∀｀)_/¯ guys... he's totally not my favorite..

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"hold me, console me, and then i'll leave without a trace.."

waking up next to musashi from nanbaka..

genre: fluff, committed relationship, romantic, gooey stuff

warnings: none

author's note: I made the reader gender-neutral, but you do have hair! also, for this scenario let's imagine that that musashi isn't in nanba prison... [gulps] (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

had to do musashi some justice (´ε｀*)

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Imagine…

Tossing over in the sheets, sleep oozing off your figure. The sunshine invades through the bedroom window and right onto your face. Despite all the twisting and turning you do, you can't seem to escape the sun. Even more unfortunate, the bedsheets are far too comfortable to remove yourself from. Groaning at the bright light, your eyelids flutter open to a familiar ceiling. Rubbing your eyes with a tired hand, you yawn quietly. Moving to get up, possibly to close the curtains or get ready, you find yourself stuck and also a bit too warm..?

You grunt and bend your arms down to remove the covers only to push off a limp arm. A low grumble comes from behind you, followed by a loose arm curling around your waist, pulling you flush against a muscular chest.

“… Just ten more minutes.” Murmuring right behind you, Musashi lays on his side comfortably. His chest pressed into the small of your back, a blanket resting on the curve of his hip. Slowly, he moves, burrowing his nose into the back of your hair, memorizing the faint scent of your favorite shampoo. Exhaling, his arm unintentionally tightens around you slightly, hugging you close. Squirming underneath his large body, you attempt to rise from your lying position only to be pulled right back down just as quickly. Muffling a small chuckle, you are 'forced' to resign beside Musashi.

“It’s too early for this.. Isn’t it like.. six?” Musashi mumbles, his voice thick with sleepiness. It's seven but close enough. You can only hum in response, absentmindedly caressing the arm settled at your waist. Your fingertips glide over small cuts and scratches. You notice a heat radiating off his arm—a lingering reminder of the flame that keeps itself at bay inside Musashi. Smiling fondly at the heat you have grown to love, you snake your hand down to his, intertwining your fingers.

Smiling at the warmth of his palm, his thumb moves to caress the outer side of your hand. Your eyes move to admire his nails, pleased at the sight of freshly painted red nails. They turned out great, thanks to your skills.

“Musashi.. We have to get up..” You laugh, making a halfhearted effort to move his arm. Try as you might, you are dealing with a very stubborn man who’s quite comfortable keeping you in his arms until the afternoon. If you’re feeling truly awake though, he may release you.

“Okay, okay. You win..” Freeing you, you sit up, separating your intertwined hands sadly. You sweep your legs from and off the bed and sit up straight, rubbing some of the sleepiness from you. Feeling the soft breeze from the opened bedroom window, the sunlight basking the room in a golden light. The gentle wind chills you, sending goosebumps along the length of your arm. Raising your hands to warm your chilly self, you almost wish to fall back into the warmth of the comforter and the man curled up within the sheets.

Your gaze lowers only to see a lazy smile on Musashi’s face, his black eyepatch slack against his scarred eyes. A particularly empty spot between his arms interests you most and tempts you to go back. But you really should get up. Almost falling your gaze instinctively, Musashi raises a hand to pat the space beside him confidently.

“Come on, isn’t it cold? Come back to bed.” Quite ironic coming from a man who is always hot, but Musashi’s charming smile and the cold wind make a compelling argument. Biting your lip, you waver between getting up or staying in bed. Just as you had begun to move, a warm hand interrupts this plan by gliding against your hand, caressing your knuckles.

Your eyes travel down to Musashi’s hand which rests just above yours. Looking up towards his restful face, where an adoring gaze meets yours. Warmth spreads across your cheeks and your heart flutters, surprising you. Shaking your head, a laugh threatens to leave your lips as you settle back underneath the covers and more importantly, back in Musashi's warm embrace.

Maybe just a few more minutes is okay…

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! To all the musashi lovers out there... feast (,,> ᴗ <,,)

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