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Hello!! I hope you are doing well, I wanted to say I love your writing I love the way you write Ichiro too haha ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I was wondering maybe ichiro reacting to female reader with like really curly or coily hair, or if she has like a style like Himekaji gyaru. I hope you get to rest a lot during your break and don't overwork urself! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
thank you! unfortunately, i'm already back in school lol (pain). but regardless, this was cute! i love gyaru romances, but i haven't read much lately so if anyone has any recs.. thank you for your request! these did turn out a bit short, but i hope you still enjoy!
with a himekaji gyaru gf
fluff. f!reader. ichiro.
Ichiro . . . thinks he’s for sure got the cutest girlfriend around
most especially with your girly sense and those dresses you love to wear around on dates
he’s an otaku, so he surely has a thing for gyarus deep down (probably after reading one too many gyaru romances honestly)
when you two go out around ‘bukuro, he insists on getting you what you want. especially if it's exactly to your taste, or he spots something he thinks you'd totally look nice in
a coat that's in the exact shade of brown you prefer or this top that's just right to your shape; or your favorite lipstick that you always wear out on dates (that's in his favorite color too on you, on him too when you kiss his lips afterwards and it smears all over. but he looks good in it — totally his color)
you’re really cute, and well, he’s your boyfriend, right? let him take care of you, ichiro places a heavy yet gentle hand on your shoulder, flashes that charming grin. he insists
besides, you’re lovely in those casual dresses and skirts — he loves your sense of style. most especially when you’re standing right next to him, holding his hand so tight on the ikebukuro roads, and he’s only in those oversized hoodies and some jeans
total gap moe
ughh, he definitely has the prettiest girlfriend in all of ikebukuro; how could he ever survive you? ichiro would cry, would put a hand over his heart where it hurts, and - seriously. he just knows
oh when you meet up with him for a date, it’s as if it’s the first all over again
the way his heart stops at the sight of such a pretty girl — cupid’s arrow right through. his gaze slightly widens, in disbelief that someone like you could even exist in ikebukuro. a true princess, in each essence of the word.
when ichiro’s heart kneels before his majesty, and he’s lovestruck at the first sight. it shouldn't even be possible for someone of his caliber to gaze at you
(he needs to stop reading those mangas and horrible isekais; he's becoming such a disastrous flirt)
“you look good babe,” he compliments each time. but it’s so sweet and soft, so fond as he speaks just a touch quiet even amidst the busy ikebukuro roads (but of course, you’ll always hear him), with his gaze ever so low
and he takes just a strand of your hair as it curls around his fingers, runs through it gentle, before he brings it to his lips and kisses it tender
you look really pretty today, as always princess. no one will know your identity except for him
he’ll keep any hair products you need to upkeep your curls and waves in the yamada house. for those days you’ll stay over, or when the storms come about suddenly outside, and ichiro simply can’t have his girlfriend out there when it’s so dangerous! you’ll stay here, he’s insistent, persistent; it's your home as well
he loves to run his hand through your hair, most especially after a long day of work, cuddled up on the couch
or brushing your hair right after a shower, when you sit right in front of him and the gentle scent of his shampoo fills the room warm. his hands may be heavy, but his touch is always so light when it comes to you, afraid that you might break
the feel of the curls between his fingers and how it flows so nice, how they come apart and curl around his touch
moments like these, ichiro makes a vow to himself, deep in his heart and sealed with a kiss atop your head. he'll always protect you; he could never let you go
i would say in honor of the world cup but i haven't been keeping up much bc it's pissing me off. anyway, this is just smth short and sweet while i actively feel my brain melting in this heat and fatigue. i don't know shit about teams and leagues and whatever, so if there are any inaccuracies, then it's me taking creative liberties lol. i do think jiro would stay and work in the odd jobs business (wishful thinking), but this is really cute too. also slightly inspired by @/hypnosis-mic-imagines own hcs so go check theirs out!!
Jiro . . . is one of the youngest talents on the local team. they all can rely on jiro to shoot and score a goal and take them to the win. to the next match, then the championship league
but of course, where would he be if it weren’t for his number one supporter?
he dedicates each and every goal of his to you, such a sap he is
when he runs around the field with this bright grin, running a hand through his greasy hair and high off that ecstasy
when his team all hound him and ruffle his hair, hollering ‘yeahh, that’s our jiro!!’ the best of the best. nobody else's in the whole league — he only belongs to the ikebukuro team
and the stadium roars through his chest and sets the beat of the field and his heart. he's 'bukuro's child after all
yet even then. his brilliant eyes that glow, even in direct light, gaze right through the crowds, piercing the sky and the clouds, to meet your heart even thousands of meters across. larger than any field he can run
did you get that babe? his heart skips a ring, but it'll always reach. it’s all because of you
good luck kisses before matches are a must
they're right before a game just as you go to your seat, or right in the morning before he leaves for the day, since you'll be stuck at work or school instead (which is still mega unfair by the way). he needs it more
they're always so sweet, always last longer than it should be; mm, how could he let you go then? he almost has to whines, but regardless, you still see it in his eyes. you feel it as he's slow to leave, despite the team counting on him to show up
and that cute little 'good luck' you mumble against his lips hushed, tickles his ears and his heart
not that he needs it since they're going to win, but y'know. him and the rest of the team appreciate it
even if he's far from home for a competition, in the locker room right before they're set to go out, jiro will always take one last look of his most favorite photo of you on his phone
(and maybe he'll kiss it too when no one's around to look. he brings it up to his lips, ever so warm even when he's by himself, and hope you feel this kiss from far away.
embarrassing, pathetic, lovestruck all the more. but it's the chord his heart strikes and that look in his eyes; the way his chest hurts just a touch and the pout he wears even when it's just before a big game — you're so close, at his fingertips, yet oh so far. that's his good luck charm)
and after a match too, if you’re right there in the crowds he catches you in. of course, you’re in his jersey, nobody else’s
yamada. number eleven
who else could it ever be
everyone else may wear such cheap imitations sold by the leagues, but only yours is authentic. with his scent still vague even after a wash, his warmth in every stitch; it’s the real deal
it's the most important game of the season. it's the big leagues. he just has to make this goal and break even
and he’s up for this penalty. they’re all relying on him to catch the lead
jiro yamada, number eleven. rookie, one of the youngest here, and the favorite to be the next best in the league; he’s the most vital component of this team. they can’t do it without him
he sees the goal in the very front of him; but his eyes flick to yours first in the crowd, in the very front row, then the goal right in front
you're watching; your eyes are all on him, only. he notices when he locks gazes for just quick moment, with that same skip of his heart even when it's only less than a second
and there's nobody else in the stadium, not even the crowds that roar through his ears or everyone that watches him with bated breath. it's only your eyes he feels, only you he notices. there's nobody else in the world
he has to get this in
jiro settles himself down first though. it's the goal he pictures when he closes his eyes, your pretty smile when you get so excited and the way you call his name ringing in his ears. he's ready then, as he takes the stride with confidence, when he kicks the ball with such power
he shoots, it curves right in midair, and jiro scores! everyone is already out of their seats, celebrating early with this certified lead
and his eyes meet yours the very first, after a game. once that timer ends, and he wins, jiro comes running straight to his goal, tripping over his feet like the ball is still in between
"jiro! you did it!!" you want the first words for him to hear as they leave your lips quick and breathless, to congratulate him on yet another game well played. it's yet another successful season for none other than your jiro, of course; you couldn't be prouder (and that's all that matters, in the end)
but before the words can ever be said, jiro already has you in his arms, twirling you out in the field, then kissing you deep
exhausted and panting, all musty with sweat as this is the scent clings to your shirt. his skin sticks to yours, and he's panting so breathless. then jiro kisses you and kisses you and
fuckk he never wants to let go. it's his first ever gold in his entire career
well, that's what he wants the world to see; he's missed you the most out on that field. not everyone knows what sorta guy jiro the pro football player really is
when the crowd just watches the team all huddle and cheer — jiro!! he's made 'bukuro proud today. and they hoist that trophy right up in the air for the whole world to observe
but all they ever see is him in the center, part of their proud city. the crowd and even the leagues will only ever see him surrounded with the team
they don’t know about his good luck charm standing right there; he could’ve never gotten this far without you babe
he gets you tickets to each and every match of his
even the ones far off! way up top at the outskirts of japan. ‘mean, he gets that you can’t just come with him — even if that’s totally lame and your work is dumb, he mumbles childishly, rubbing his nape.
he hopes one day you can rely on him, y’know. as the pride of the football team, with his pride as a man. it's the least he can do for the one that's been through it all with him
but even if you can’t go to the local ones, you’ll always find some way to watch the match or take a quick peek at the score, even if it means sneaking your phone
it’s hard, really, the ache of your heart
you want nothing more than to jump from your seat and shout ‘that’s my jiro!!’ when he shoots, he scores! another cupid’s bow, another goal straight to the net of your heart. oh your heartstrings pluck
(even with the goal oh so far, he still manages to score right into your heart)
oh but you mustn’t. you’ll only make a scene at work and disrupt class; you'll be in big trouble. you sigh, but there’s always that little smile and that glint, when you see 'yamada jiro' right underneath the score
yeah, that's your jiro after all
injuries are, well, natural in this league of work. especially considering it’s.. jiro. he's not too mindful of his body even as a pro athlete it seems
oh but he mopes around, pouts when he’s stuck at home and unable to run around with this stupid cast on. but it's his fault for popping a knee!! or tearing his acl, or somethin’..
but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy your attention a little too much. and jiro isn’t a liar, of course
all his favorite meals — all the curry he could eat, and all the you's he can hog to himself. cuddling on the couch, watching this season's top anime together, or even playing his guitar for you that he hasn't touched in a while
he ices his legs from the sprains and rests it atop the couch, whimpering like a kicked pup. he's practically bedbound, for poor athletic jiro, when he breaks a leg and wears a cast, all on your watch
because if it was up to him, well, he’d feel better in three days then go out and try to kick the ball; he heals quickly like that, as an athlete and all- before, of course, feeling the pain and slipping again
since it hasn’t healed yet, jiro. these things take a while, and he seriously can't expect his bones to mend in a few days' time
“jiro, you’ll get better if you actually rest.”
oh he hates such words coming from the team's doctor, most especially coming from his babe
you may as well just kill him already then; he gets much too antsy having to sit at home for weeks without even being able to move around or help out
but kiss him sweet on the lips. like all the times you’ve missed him at practice. all the apologies you give for not being able to make it to his games, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll wipe away his pout, and he'll forgive you then
he melts right into your embrace. just as the doctor had prescribed — he really will feel better in no time. with lots and lots of rest. lots of kisses too
being able to stay home and cuddle you lots perhaps wasn’t so bad though. when you stroke his head, and he rests in your lap; your fingers feel so nice, combing through his hair nice and slow. and your hand on his back is warm, as jiro nestles right into your touch he's oh so missed
this was better than football
he plays for the local team, luckily. you wouldn’t have to worry about such long distances for much of the time
he’s always back in your arms at the end of the day, all cuddled up and warm.
with his arms around your waist and his lips to the crook of your neck, kissing a dimple, a mole for the next life. his fluffy hair feathering your cheek so sweet
and oh how it’s easy to fall asleep after such a long day then. with his feet sore from running around in cleats and body fatigued. with his heart that yearned all throughout
he's not yet national, but one day he might be. he might play somewhere far off, somewhere you can't follow him for your work and school are here, your family and friends too; but of course, you'd be right there by his side, no matter how far apart. you two will always be together regardless of where you guys are in the world
he holds you tighter, closer to his heart that beats nice and slow and strong. each beat with a purpose just for you
mm, yeah.. this is the best goal he’s ever scored in his career
Hii!! I love your fics sososo much 🥹 Can you write BB headcanons if their partners were in a band?
cutee they're all musicians to an extent, so they'd all probably be geeked! thank youu and please enjoy 🫶
when you're in a band
fluff. gn!reader. ichiro. jiro. saburo.
Ichiro . . . is really very supportive about your band. he's behind you the whole way through
he tries to go to each and every one of your gigs! if he has an odd job of sorts, ichiro tries to finish earlier than he usually would; he knows he knows — he should be there for his clients! and he does still do a good job but. he wants to be there for you and the band, to show his love and support
even if he’s one of the only few in the audience when you guys were just starting out. each time you look over to him whenever the nerves are getting to you, he gives you this great big grin, and you know everything will be fine then
you’re doing great babe
he listens to your songs in his headphones as he's doing paperwork or working odd jobs
when he's pulling weeds for the neighbors, and they wonder what he's happily humming along to
"oh, they're my partner's band!" he glimmers bright, with stars in his gaze even underneath direct sunlight. he's oh so excited to talk about your music and your band, all his favorite songs he listens to day by day; honestly, any chance to talk about you, he'll take
he makes lunch for you and the rest of the band, especially during those long practice hours when there's a gig coming up
it's kinda funny — he's exactly like a parent. he knocks on the studio's door gentle and only peeks in halfway, putting down the bags of homefood lunch he's made before leaving you guys alone. he's cute
yes, they all do appreciate him. his cooking is the best after all. maybe they should make him the manager or something..
he's always there to comfort and soothe you too
when you've been practicing for hours but none of the chords are hitting right. when you play this song over and over, but your hands still don't have the movements down
or if you hit the wrong note on stage and fuck it up for everyone else
"hey it's ok," he coos sweet, rubs your back gently. "let's go take a break, alright babe?"
it's alright to step back once in a while. ichiro is always there to remind you. although sometimes he may chide and scold you, just like that caring older brother he is, he's only doing it because he cares. he can't see you overwork yourself
he loves that you're so passionate about the band, seriously. when ichiro looks into your eyes as you go on and on about this new song you're writing, and he can only smile soft and nod along — he's fallen in love all over again
but that's why you should rest too. he can't stand seeing that shine dull in your eyes
as much as music surrounds you two, the silence as you cuddle ichiro and the weight of his hand, comforting, sounds the best at times
his most favorite is right after a performance — whether big or small, he'll be there always. when he's backstage, watching you kill it from oh so close
with this bouquet of the prettiest flowers you've ever seen, and the sweetest smell wafting in the air. it's suffocating, mixed with the warmth and humidity. he'll always have this biggest grin too as he ruffles your hair messy
"you were amazing out there, babe!"
he hugs you tight, crushing; he kisses you sweeter than the roses he holds, hotter than the warmth. and oh it deepens then, so quick in the rush of the crowd and the cheers you two can still hear from backstage
ichiro can't let you go
and your arms come up around him, pulling him close. with all the sweat that sticks to your forehead and you cling to his hold
not the cute kisses he gives by the door, nor the short good luck kisses he gives right before you go on stage. that simple i love you in his eyes, the you're going to do great
it's right behind the curtains or behind your backstage door. alone and far away from the rest of the band
with the roar of the crowds still echoes in your ears, to the beat of the eardrums. and your heart is still all out of tune from all the chords you've played and the rhythm of the place
you're oh so tired, and your ears may just be going deaf. your fingertips are all numb and blunted from the hours you've played
but all you can ever hear afterwards, from the ringing of your ears to the fluttering of your heart. the only one you want in your arms, is ichiro
Jiro . . . is your biggest supporter. you’ll find no one else
he’s very adamant about being your number one fan because, and i quote, “no one gets your music like i do babe.” he’s your boyfriend babe — he’s got to be
honestly, he probably fell for you in a heartbeat because he caught you playing your instrument one day in the school’s music room, or perhaps he caught you live at a gig
but seriously babe, when he recalls it each and every time. his voice falls a little low, more gentle
when you're playing your instrument up there, and the way you got so swept up in the melody that you became one. your heartbeat on the same rhythm, your body moving to the music so natural
it was love at first sight- at first listen, really
he could watch you play all day, still ever so mesmerized even now. because he’s a musician too, outside of being a rapper, so he gets it on a level more than others
each time you play, even now, with each strike of a chord, it’s as if another cupid’s arrow is shot right through his chest. with the melody that hums in the air sweet, like the natural buzz of a honeybee, and the way you play his heartstrings with ease
damn. you’re just so cool..
he’s constantly playing your songs too. they're in many of his own playlists
maybe it's the infatuation getting to his empty head, or maybe he just knows good music like that — a natural. but seriously, your band makes good music- the best. that's not him being biased or anything, he swears!
even if he weren't with you, he thinks you guys would be one of his favorites anyway. if he were to perhaps discover it incidentally or catch a live show, he'd still most definitely be swooned; he'd wonder where you'd been all his life
and that artist up there, playing the guitar or maybe the bass. the drums too, with this voice so beautiful.
he feels his temperature rise, in this warm crowded room. his gaze stays on yours, even from afar he feels oh so close. over all the noise and cheers, but it's still only his heartbeat he hears, tuned to your melody. yeah, you're the hottest babe he's ever seen
it's destiny after all — you and him were meant to be
in his own headphones as he’s dozing off in free hour or when he’s looking out the window on the drive to an odd job. jiro rests his head in his arms, and his eyes glaze over
yeah, your songs are simply the best
he knows all your parts by heart: your lyrics he hums quaint, unknowingly, and even the specific chords you play, being strumemd on his own heartstrings
they’re always his most favorite part of any song as well. even in the background where your instrument is hidden to your own solo parts, that’s all jiro ever focuses on
he gets along with all your bandmates — it’s jiro after all. very personable and likable, easy to get along; they don’t mind when you bring him around (not that he’d be the newly added member of your band in anything)
he’s a musician too, so if he’s stuck on this song he’s been playing on guitar, he'd definitely ask you
“um babe, can you help me with this?”
but oh he’d ask so cute, so sheepish, as he scratches his cheek
because shit. he gets kinda antsy having to play in front of a real actual musician — not some idiot playing for his delusions in his own room; his hands get very sweaty and gross, then he probably strikes the wrong note at first, fumbling. with his fingers and his heart
he simply doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you
you're always giving him tickets to one of your band’s gigs, and he’ll invite his friends over too. because it's jiro; of course he's going to brag about his cool partner, who's in a band y'know. that's how proud he is, how highly he thinks of you, how cool
ohh they’d never hear the end of it. how the drummer on that stage or maybe the guitarist. the bassist really — they’re the coolest thing. seriously, jiro thinks he’s in love
but really? you're too cool for him — it's those thoughts that make their way deep down, entrench into his heart. when he watches you play up on stage, jiro sees the whole world right in front of him. that wide grin you get and how much fun you're having, how you move along to the music like none other
he doesn’t even deserve to be with a musician like you
honestly though, one of his favorite things is getting to play together in his room or in your studio
and he just has this lovesick look in his eyes, gazing at you so dear as he plays his guitar and you do your own thing. it's all so natural, heartbeats becoming one and moving to the rhythm, fingers strumming along in time
obviously, the best duo in the world is you and him, playing in his room together. the music you two make is surely sweeter, more harmonious. better than any of your band’s (but he wouldn’t ever tell you that)
Saburo . . . might not get your music. he has.. an eclectic taste, really — or maybe so because he's that type of middle schooler
but even then, he knows it’s something special that he gets to date someone like you
and he’ll get around to it. maybe he doesn’t really like this particular genre, except for your band’s music. that’s the only one in this whole entire genre he can stand
he is always streaming your songs. in his headphones as he completes homework or takes notes, or on the way to and back from school, he’s always listening to your band blaring in his ears — he’s your boyfriend after all. he should be your biggest supporter
but he’d never say that. that's not something you should know
and he most definitely wouldn’t say a thing when you gush about your biggest supporter — the top .01% of listeners. can you believe that sabu? someone loved your band’s music that much! there’s someone out there whose heart you’ve touched
he listens to you gush on and on so adorable, feeling way too fluttery about how happy you really looked. this is your dream after all
and yeah, of course, he grumbles. it's you after all — his partner, the best musician out there. there's.. definitely someone who has fallen in love
(the tips of his ears all pink might give it away)
he will go to each and every one of your live shows when possible- though he'd definitely make sure it's possible
sometimes he won’t even say. he’ll show up in the crowd, and you’ll spot this shy little kid in the front row. sporting your band’s tee awkwardly and standing there amongst the crowd, not quite knowing how to act or what to do — he's never been to this type of concert before
saburo
and your heart falters, your fingertips almost strumming the wrong note. he really did come after all, just like he said he would
y’know though, if he really wanted to come, you can sport him some tickets for him and his bros; it’s not like you wouldn’t invite your very own boyfriend. you’re not rude like that, you tease him after the show
but no no, saburo is adamant. he has to show support for you and your band in some way; and if that means buying your own tickets and your own merch, then so be it. it's what he wants to do, saburo tuts
he's got to support you in some of his own ways, alright? you and the band want to make it big some day, so he wants to be by your side since the very first day
definitely gets into arguments online if anyone says shit about your band. he's very defensive over you
(anyone who doesn't like your band- doesn't like you, has bad taste after all. saburo is the only one that gets it)
but it's when you invite him and his bros to one of your bigger gigs that saburo realizes oh, he loves you. the extent of it so
of course, he always knew he did — this love is real. and saburo isn't the type to commit to someone he doesn't care deeply for
when you're up there though, it's the time that stops, as well as the beat of his heart. it's the entire world before his eyes and nothing else; there's nothing else that matters then
when the beat is too loud, and saburo thinks he might faint. when he might just go deaf, and he doesn't fit in with the rest of the fans over there
you look so pretty. with this bright grin as you play in tune with the other members, and the music fills the air loud, yet it's quiet to him all the more. and the spotlight's on you only; there's no one else here except for you and him
and ichi-nii will nod approvingly, maybe make some comment about how you guys are really good! he's proud. and jiro will elbow him, tease about how red and warm he's getting — but he's stupid. you're his talented partner after all, saburo scoffs at anything else; of course you're going to be great
there's no other place he'd rather be than here, even if his eardrums were to pop and his heart beats awry, out of tune. there's no one else he loves more
passed my surgery exam omg im done with surgery bless 😭😭that was the worst fucking exam of my lifee. worst three months too (dramatic). i hope it’s only uphill from here!!
Good day to you! Aaah I'm so excited that your requests are open! Could I ask what little everyday things would make the bros think of their crush or partner(whichever one sounds better to you)?
this is sooo cute. being so consumed by love that you think of them often, even in the most trivial things.. that's the type of love i love lol. I'm a hugee believer that the bros are yearners, so I went with their crush bc I adore nothing more than yearning lol. Went a bit heavy handed bc that's just who i am, always breaking things, but please enjoy!! I hope it's to your liking and exactly what you had in mind💕
Ichiro hopes you'll never know how badly he's thinking of you so.
He's not that type of guy: the one unafraid of his feelings, the one who knows from just one look the correct choice to make. He'd rather bury them all — that's what he should do. There's no way a man of his caliber should be like this.
Whenever he's out and about in Ikebukuro, on his odd jobs when he should be working rather than dreaming of you. It's really not something he can control, as much as he tries.
But who is Ichiro if not a lover's soul.
As much as Ichiro tries to deny it. As much as he attempts to stop his heart from beating, as much as he tries to stop his mind from thinking of you. He doesn't need it — it can't be true.
But it's the apple that falls down to the earth rather than up to the sky; it's the clouds that move across with the wind; it's the skip of his heart he cannot control, what he desires the most. It's not something he can physically deny any longer.
He isn't a fool — he cares oh so much for you.
When he's out moving boxes for the local business, Ichiro wonders if you ate yet today; you shouldn't skip meals, but he's so far away from you now to tell you off.
And when he meets you again today for lunch, Ichiro hopes you'll never know how much he's been thinking of this these past few days; he hopes you don't know the way he looks at you, nor the way he says your name, or the slight somber tone to his gaze.
He gives his whole heart away without his approval. It's his heart that races before his mind can think. And it's always in the littlest things that Ichiro finds himself thinking of you.
It’s when he’s in the grocery store, picking up ingredients for tonight’s dinner and still unsure of what to make.
Ichiro browses around, hoping he'd get some idea of tonight's menu. But when he’s picking out vegetables, inspecting the tomatoes in hand, it's you he sees in the smooth flesh. Red as the warmth that runs through his blood.
He thinks back to what you told him the other day, talking about your favorite dish you used to eat all the time back in the day.
It's this warm meal that melts on the tongue, comforting to the heart; something you crave after a long, grueling day. Even in the summer days when it's horrible outside, this is the one you'll still want.
“You should try it some time, Ichiro!” Your voice rings in his ears, with this sort of enthusiasm, when you went on and on about your most favorite dish in the world. There's nothing else like it. “I’ll make some and bring it over for you guys!”
Of course, you never leave out Jiro and Saburo — that's just one of the things he loves.
He doesn't know the ingredients it needs nor the cooking time. Ichiro isn't even sure how it'd taste, but he's got time today.
He's never made this dish before, but he's sure it'll be good since it's your favorite kind.
—
It’s when anyone says his name.
“Ichiro-san, you’re the absolute best!” today’s client squeals, and they shake his hand with.. quite the energy before they go in to give him a tight, suffocating hug.
Ichiro only grins polite — of course he does. He’s the best, most reliable in all of town. quite the gentleman, a role model they all should aspire to be.
That's Ichiro for you; they can all count on him.
“Odd Jobs Yamada is always here to serve you.”
And he bows — ohh why couldn't their son be more like him? Gentle yet never wavers, strong when it comes down to it, independent more so, yet a family man at heart.
He’s always the most dependable guy in the whole Ikebukuro. With one mention of his name, and anyone knows he’ll be there in an instant, with anything you might need. Any tools or any job, any person you might need to know, it’s Ichiro Yamada that’s there to do so for you.
Oh Ichiro. It leaves their voice with this sort of gratitude, this sort of swoon. As if his mere name is enough to flutter hearts and make one dizzy. He's a legend around these parts.
But no one else can say it just as you do, he thinks.
Not the sweet, saccharine kind with that glimmer in your eyes when you catch him in this store unexpectedly. Not the polite ‘Ichiro-san’ you give, and he frowns; he wishes you’d drop the honorifics already, but nobody else.
Not the way you drawl out the end on your tongue, and his name lingers for a vowel longer than it should. Nor the way he hears you over and over in his mind, the way it echoes within the confines of his heart.
One slip of his name from your lips, and Ichiro will be there quicker than anything else. Perhaps faster than the speed of light, faster than the beat of his heart around you.
He knows it’s rude, to think of another when there’s someone right in front of him — that's simply not how he was raised. Ichiro knows he probably looks a fool then too, as his polite laugh is a touch too loud, his ears a touch too red, because he hears you calling instead.
Ah. He likes when you say his name best, Ichiro thinks, even when he waves yet another happy client off. He misses you again today after a long list of odd jobs.
—
When he reads this manga of his, and Ichiro swoons over his favorite.
The one with the same hair color as yours, with the same waves or curls, the same shape as yours. And they’re totally cool, with these eyes that are drawn with so much sparkle in them when they look at the lead. When they stay by the lead’s side, when Ichiro cries because they’re too cute — the two are meant to be together, obviously.
They’re his favorite in the entire series. But really, all of his favorite characters across series are the same; he has a type.
And they all kinda sorta look like you, huh.
His heart stops, for only a moment or so, skipping a beat. That's- he never intended it to be, honestly!
Well, it was Jiro who was the first to bring it up. Ever so innocently too, as if it's really cool that there are so many characters that look like you. And woah! They're all his favorites too. That's crazyy.
Jiro.. isn't the sharpest tool.
Ichiro has come to the same realization as him, or well, he should have. But Ichiro shakes his head from such stray thoughts, ignores the way he flusters — totally embarrassed, and carries on.
There's just no way. It’s only a coincidence. Ichiro isn't that type of guy.
But it’s your face in his mind and your name in the pages he reads the entire time. It's you he mumbles, bright-faced and tongue-tied, a little bit soft and out loud, whenever their name shows up.
"y/n.."
Ichiro frowns turning the page. No no no, they couldn't separate from the lead. Not at such a crucial moment!
It's you in his eyes rather than his fave, reflected in his pretty gaze. That name just suits this face more.
And the lead kinda sorta looks like him, Jiro points out when they watch the anime adaptation on tv. With the same dark hair and that same cool smile, killer pose. They're even hella strong just like his bro, Jiro's gaze sparkles; the strongest in universe.
Ah, he guesses so. Ichiro laughs at his brother's insistence. He didn't really see it at first, but the more he looks at him — then his eyes flick to his favorite, the one begging the lead not to sacrifice himself. Because they love him, but such words couldn't be said right then.
The more he thinks, the more Ichiro agrees.
The lead and his favorite should definitely get together in the end; it'd be a horrible ending otherwise. Absolutely no good.
jiro yamada [ 1270 words ]
Jiro is lovesick. A fool. Except the most foolish thing is that he’s most oblivious to his feelings for you; even his friends know with just one glance at him during class.
The chin in his palm, dozing off. And rather than the board, he seems to be gazing at you instead.
But he only likes you as a friend, a person, a classmate. There’s nothing more, he insists. But it’s even in the way he grumbles at them to shut up, turning away and chewing through his lunch. With the pink tips of his ears down to his nose, and the food that gets stuck to his roof sticky. His own heart doesn't even believe the words that slip out.
It's how everything seems to remind him of you nowadays, always.
Like the fleeting of a uniform out of the corner of his eye in the school corridors.
Jiro thinks he’s seen you.
Well, everyone wears the same outfit — it’s a uniform, of course. But for some odd reason, his heart skips and his gut flutters.
It’s got to be you.
And he turns around so quick, with these bright stars in his eyes and his loud mouth already open to say 'hi'. Already this warmth in his bloodstream, blush at the tips of his ears. He hasn't been able to talk to you much lately since you're all the way on the other side of the room, and you're always one of the first to leave class with your friends when the bell rings; he's been staying behind for practice — mostly for detention and tutoring sessions, really.
But around the corner he races, almost slips on the wet floor and trips right into the wall, about to crack his damn head open (but then there'd be nothing to see, Saburo would snide. Nothing except for you probably, his friends would probably retort then). None of that matters though, when you goes up to you. Not any comments and not any teasing, because it's you he sees as you turn around-.
Oh.
His lips pout, and that peculair shine in his eyes dull. like rainy clouds that cover the sunshine.
It was.. someone else. In the very same uniform, in the very same shoes with the very same click on the school floors, in the very same way you knot your tie; but you look better than anyone in it, of course.
You’re not at school today, duh. He had known that since homeroom, but it’s his mind making things up yet again. Jiro can't beileve he's such an idiot, he frowns, head in his arms at the back of math class, as his heart only settles to this low, pained hum.
He wanted to be the one to wish you ‘good morning’ first today.
—
When he’s eating dinner with his bros tonight as well, he thinks of you.
You had yakisoba for lunch the other day, and funnily enough, aniki made some for dinner — isn't that so strange? His heart skips, as Jiro eats his dinner. The two of you were really meant to be.
And today he noticed how you pick apart your bento to save your favorite snack for the last bite, just like him.
He brings a bite to his lips, but Jiro chews languid, with thought. He lets the bite melt onto his tongue before he swallows it down, but even then it still gets stuck and makes its way down slow.
(What the fuck is up with Jiro? Saburo scrunches his nose, and Ichiro gives him this concerned look. He's been more quiet than usual today, doesn't even respond to Sabu's remarks. There's.. definitely something wrong).
And his lips spark with this sort of tingle, when his chopsticks brush across, just like yours did today.
Your lips would be soft, he thinks. It’d be nice to kiss them.. (though he gets flustered and gulps this bite down at such a crude thought).
He wonders how your lips would taste. probably sweet — like those custard cups you always get from the cafeteria. Or maybe that lip balm you're always putting on; they'd be soft for sure.
His would probably just be curry, or yakisoba.
And you wiped the crumbs off with your thumb, laughing and grinning so wide at something your friend just said; Jiro wipes the sauce from his lips in the same way, licks it off his fingers. Sweet. His heart twists in knots.
He daydreams of eating lunch with you on the school rooftops the next day.
—
And when he’s playing on his guitar.. dude, that's the worst then. He plucks a few strings or so, tuning it as Jiro practices a few of his songs.
But it’s the hum of music in his ears, this melody that’s rewritten to the thump of heart. When Jiro closes his eyes and gets lost to the rhythm, when he's most at home as he plays to the sounds of himself; he’s heard this sound before. It’s all so familiar — like deja vu.
“Jiro!"
Wait- shit.
He hits the wrong note, strikes the wrong chord, and it's in this exact place in the song he's always messing up.
Fuckk. Jiro groans, as he retunes this stupid thing.
"You were so good at the prelims Saturday!" he hears your voice in the strings and sees your smile in the sunlight, the warmth of his room. You're only being nice, he knows; everyone else at school said the same thing, but it's the softness of his gaze, even when he's all alone in his room. It's the numbness of his fingertips as he plays, when he hears you. It's only yours that matters the most.
"I'll be rooting for you at the final!"
Of course. You've got to rep your own home team- that's what his friends snicker, ever so teasing. It's not like you'd root for Yokohama of all divisions when you're from 'bukuro.
But still.
Jiro clicks his tongue, grumbling as he gets back into position once more. This is so fucking annoying; why can't he play today of all things? He can't turn in his homework on time, and he couldn't make a goal today at practice. He lost the cat he was trying to find for a client three times, and he can't walk normally down the hall when you're there at the end without tripping over his own feet and crashing head-first onto the ground, making himself a fool.
Ugh man. Now he had to start all over again.
But his guitar feels heavier when he holds it today. His fingers just aren't working as he plucks the strings of his heart; it's not in tune today, no matter how many times Jiro tries to fix it. It's always just the tiniest bit off, like the skip of his chest; and he would only ever hear your voice in the strings, in the melody of his ears.
He couldn’t play this song without thinking of you. Nor the next one, and the very one after as well.
But it's his guitar that knows the depths of his heart more than he ever could. It knows him better than Jiro even knows himself. When he lies and says he's fine, when you're just a friend in his eyes — but it's when he plays it sees through it all.
He likes you a lot, his guitar confesses in his lap. More than a mere friend or classmate ever could.
He didn’t touch his guitar much for a while afterward; he couldn't bring himself to.
saburo yamada [ 1490 words ]
Well, it’s difficult for Saburo to not think of you.
It’s what he’d say, with this pout and stitch of his brows. He’d huff all annoyed, trying his best to not look your way. But it’s a cruel sick joke by the teachers to sit you right in front of him, two to the left. You’re all he ever sees rather than the whiteboard, even though he's trying to write notes.
If he fails this next exam, it's all your fault then. He grumbles and curses underneath his breath, ignoring the warmth to him as he scribbles down his notes rough.
All throughout class and the school day too, you’re always around, so how could he possibly stop?
Even when he's walking home for the day, separate ways, you infiltrate his mind and sight at each corner of his eyes.
Annoying. You're so annoying, he huffs as he catches sight of a gachapon in the shops. It was one with all sorts of dogs — shiba inus, pugs, akitas and all; and suddenly, Saburo remembers back in class when you were whining to your friend about how you couldn't get the cute golden retriever one you wanted.
He doesn't like these gachapons, unlike his brothers; Saburo is usually standing there in the back as they play and play and shout, because they're never getting their waifus and husbandos from this dumb machine.
Saburo can't believe they'd spend their money on such trash instead. Well Jiro, yes, but Ichiro? He'll never understand his bros.
He hates them; they're nothing but a waste of money, Saburo can't help but grumble, as he inserts the coins and spins it one play.
He's a hypocrite, he knows he knows. Saburo should just learn to keep his mouth shut before it comes to bite him back — like how Jiro's cooking isn't actually all that good, or how he's simply the best player in Spray Gun 3 and no one would ever overtake his spot. Or how there's absolutely no way he likes you. Positively not.
But only one game shouldn't hurt.
And surprise surprise. Just as luck would have it, as the cruel joke the heavens and earth love to play on him as they sneak a glance to him from above and laugh, Saburo got the one you've been eyeing all along. On his first try too.
An adorable golden retriever keychain with the brightest yellow fur and the biggest, stupidest grin.
So yellow, as bright as the sun even on this small plastic toy. And yellow seems to be one of your favorite colors, Saburo's too, because it's the yellow toothbrush he always chooses out of a pack to us or the yellow shirts he always wears. Yellow looks really good on him, you told him once..
That's not why he likes the color though. It's merely a coincidence.
He's lucky — or maybe it's because he hates gachapons so much, that's the joke.
But either way, Saburo can't help but furrow his brows, staring at the thing as if it'll come alive and tell him why you loved it so much.
He can't believe you were whining over this stupid thing; it's only a small keychain at the end of the day. Yet, it's the way he warms so bright, his fingertips numb as he holds it since you've been wanting this thing oh so much.
Maybe he'll give it to you the next day.. It's not as if he had much use for it.
—
When he's playing board games with his brothers, Saburo gets reminded of you too.
It's his turn to pick a piece, and Saburo remembers you mentioned offhandedly to a friend about a stray cat you found the other day. Poor thing. He was all alone in the storm, shivering and afraid of the thunder lurking above.
Oh you wished to take it home, but you just know your mother would scold you for bringing strays with unknown diseases into the house.
You really want a cat soon.. Saburo mutters to himself in his own mind, with this peculiar gaze in his eyes. A little too soft for his liking.
He chooses the cat as his piece, and Saburo ignores all of Jiro's mocking on how soft he'd gotten. The cat instead of the dragon this time? Oh man, something must be up — maybe he's back to being the cute little brother he once was.
As if.
God forbid he switches it up, Saburo rolls his eyes, unable to wait to dominate both his brothers in this game and gloat it to Jiro's face.
Cats are much cuter than dragons anyway, sometimes.
Or it's when he's playing uno, and it's his turn to choose the color.
He's about to win the game, as Saburo only has a blue card left. But for some reason, he thinks back to school that day, when you had told him that yellow looks really good on him. Then you gave him this pompompurin pen — yellow, since it matches him well, you smile and giggle.
You're mocking him, huh; but Saburo simply shuts up as the gears in his mind stop turning, and he goes into emergency mode, as his heart works overtime, skipping over beats. This is because he gave you that keychain the other day, he just knows; now the two of you have 'matching' puppy keychains on your bookbags.
"Yellow.."
His lips utter something else than his mind.
It's the color best suited for him, huh. Maybe the color of his soul, much warmer he is than what he looks. Like pompompurin who's yellow from head-to-toe and is the cutest. He's yellow — cute.
Jiro sneaks a peek at his hand.
"Oi, you don't even have any yellow cards!"
"It's called strategy, dumbass! And you're not supposed to look at my hand!!"
Well whatever strategy he might have, Saburo seems to think you're much smarter at winning over his heart than whatever he does. You're the better strategist in his eyes — the most annoying he's ever encountered.
—
But it’s even when he’s finally at home completing his homework. When he has to help idiot Jiro with his stupid math assignment, because variables don’t make a lick of sense to him.
Are you serious.
But he doesn’t even have the energy to argue; Saburo just takes out the notes and ignores Jiro's sheepish pleas. Sometimes he wonders if he even knows to breathe in and out at all.
Hm, you had trouble with this very same concept just a few days ago too. Saburo hums, as he watches Jiro make the same damn mistake again, even though he's told him off five hundred other times.
Seriously, get it through his stupid head already!
But it makes sense when it's you, and it's cute. Not when it's his grown brother almost about to graduate high school (even that's debatable though).
You had come up to him with a bite to your lip, this nervous look in your eyes, and a pretty face to ask if he could possibly tutor you. Not that he’d ever refuse. I mean, Saburo rolls his eyes. It's you. How could he ever?
And he's polite, hopefully a gentleman in your eyes because he's been raised by Ichi-nii right. He wouldn't ever take money from you; it's not an odd job, not a request. It's a classmate helping another out, but only when it's you, alright.
So seriously, why did you look so nervous around him? Saburo stitches his brows, frowns the whole time through; he thinks back to every word he's ever spoken to you, wondering if perhaps he had been a bit too harsh once. Did he scare you one time? Did you think he hates you?
Well, it shouldn't matter to him anyway. He's Saburo, and such a menial thing shouldn't nudge its way into his silly heart.
But it matters, of course — it matters a lot. Saburo can only ever think of you the entire time he's tutoring, whether it's thick-skulled Jiro or some other classmates that asked as an odd job of sorts.
He has to keep up the reputation and goodwill of the Yamada house — their entire business model relies on it. That's why his heart hurts when he looks at the back of your head in class, and you're only staring at the front board, writing notes; it's why he carefully thinks of each and every word he says to you, carefully plans his expressions too.
Because he's Saburo, the youngest of the Yamada brothers and perhaps the smartest one. He's not much of a converser, but he still has a reputation to uphold and can be counted on to finish any job, no matter how big nor small.
Yet, he still doesn't know what to do with his beating heart around you or how to figure out whether you love him too.
i will unfortunately write about every type of kiss under the sun bc im a hopeless romantic. that and school has been sucking every last bit of hope and skill from me (dramatic), but hopefully you guys still enjoy this!!
ichiro yamada [ 574 words ]
Ichiro’s kisses linger long.
When he stoops over and captures your lips gentle, a heartbeat too long he takes. In his scent when he leans in close, and it clings to your clothes; in the taste of his tongue when he goes languid, slow. He’s resonant with each beat of your heart.
In your doorway's light that flickers and stands still, then time slows. The clock would never strike midnight then, you wish.
Not the kiss is even that long. It's only few seconds in real time probably, a small peck he always gives you; they're short and sweet, but of course, yet sweeter than any other kiss from him.
He's in no rush though, with these ones by the door.
Careful with his heavy fingertips on your skin so as to not dimple, break you; meticulous with his lips as he takes his time learning each curve of your lip, feeling each breath of yours entwined against his.
But it’s the delicate sound when his lips pop off and the ringing of the heart. It’s the tingle of his still on yours, the feeling long after he’s gone.
It’s his breath you exhale into the night air when he pulls away ardous, then painful as it burns. Almost like smoke from between your lips, his warmth; you’d fade away into the haze.
“I had fun today.”
His lips say, but his gaze says much more, louder on this still night with the hums of fireflies
Even his words take their time, viscous from his tongue and heavy from the weight of the love, hidden in the night low. because someone else might hear that's not you. Yet it still sits on your heart like morning dew.
His hand moves to cup your ear. So hefty in weight and yet so faint, feathering your cheek, as Ichiro wants to take one last look at you before he goes.
He's selfish like that, Ichiro whispers with his gaze. Then he traces the line of your jaw down, his touch lingering still, and there's always this thought behind his eyes each and every time. like he's dreaming, more so. like he just can't go.
He knows.
A kiss sweeter than the night breeze. His gaze as he smiles gentle, brushing your face — a touch gentler than a moonlight kiss on your skin.
He should go; Ichiro doesn't say it outright — he's selfish, but you already know. It’s getting late, and you’re probably tired from such a long date- you and him both. with your feet that ache as well as the beat of his heart — but so soon?
“Sweet dreams babe.”
And he grins just as sweet — you're already dreaming then.
But the night lengthens its stay and drives the sunlight away, each minute Ichiro lingers by your door, each second the taste of him stays on your tongue. He can’t. There’s no way Ichiro could ever turn his back and leave you; even if you’re right behind, he’d turn around every time.
But just this once. Your lips spark, alight with his touch still, as Ichiro leans over to press just one more kiss, shorter than all the rest he's given; yet this one lasts until the sun rises.
He promises he'll be back.
One true love’s kiss from a prince, and the story says you should wake; yet, how could you dream long until he comes back to you then?
jiro yamada [ 689 words ]
Oh but Jiro never wants to let go.
You see it in his half-lidded eyes: cloudy underneath a clear sky, with the way they gloss over your lips. shinier than the night. And he shines brighter than the moon even in its light.
His lips are still a touch puckered in a kiss, a little swollen, even when he pulls back with a trail that never breaks (he’ll always be connected to you, yeah?); his hands still on your waist, fingers breaking into your skin as he holds you tighter, presses his forehead to yours.
Even the feather of hair caressing your cheek light, a touch so wisp it almost doesn’t want to exist, doesn’t want to let go.
Fuckk. Such a cute whine slips from him; he can’t let go — did he really have to?
One more.. just once. One more kiss, and then it’ll surely be enough.
But he and you both know that’s not true. In his heart he crosses and the thump of his lips that yearn for you; it’ll be a hundred more wishes and a thousand more ‘once more’s before he’ll let you go.
He’s a bad liar after all. You don't need to look deep into his heart for that.
“‘Night babe,” he waves goodbye between the slur of his words and the sticky viscous of his breath that sticks to his roof. like warm ambrosia down his throat, as nectar sweetest from the source. But it's oh so difficult to say such words, with the way they stick to the top of his mouth and heart.
Not a grin. Not so wide and bright from the Jiro you know. Its somber and a little sad, hidden behind the stars reflections in his eyes; as if he won’t see you again, as if this is goodbye.
Think of me, until then.
You know what he really means — you're always connected to him, yeah? You know what he wants to say, even if the boastful yet bash Jiro wouldn't want to taint his image with that.
He's your man after all; even if he shouldn't miss you after such a short time apart, even if he's the type of guy that's always getting into fights, someone you should stay far away from, that's just not who he is.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
His gaze flicks over, and it’s easy to see the way Jiro bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair. Frustrated, so stupid. Fuck.
Oh he can’t; did he really have to leave? Did aniki really need him back by this time? Did the sun have to go and the night really have to last this long?
But yet, he knows. Any longer, one more kiss, and he wouldn’t have the self-control then.
Even if you're busy tomorrow, even if it's Sunday and not Monday morning at school — oh, yeah. He.. totally remembered that. But even then, he'd still see you, yeah? Just like the sun sees the moon off each night and greets it first each sunrise, before anyone else.
The sun is the best lover to the moon; it’s the first to greet at sunset, with a kiss so warm and gentle, as he bids you off to home. It’s always chasing after you, even in the summer where he spends the whole day together, where the time apart is oh so short. Yet, he still spends all his time waiting for your embrace.
At sunset when he sees you at school, and just before sunrise, as he kisses you 'goodnight.'
And the sun always walks the moon home. As he goes back home beyond the horizon it feels, Jiro stays lingering until the very last moment he has to go. until aniki will call him, scolding and lecturing about where he could possible be at such a time.
It takes a long time for his warmth to leave you, as the nights stay warm even long after in the summer, and the last kiss he gives you lingers even in bed. Oh Jiro could never go.
No one could love you more.
saburo yamada [ 555 words ]
Saburo doesn’t think kisses are necessary.
It’s Saturday — he’ll see you back in school on Monday. What? It’s only a meager few days. Surely you two can last that long; your love is true after all. There will be many more hours and many more days, many more eternities, the two of you will spend together anyway.
Kisses aren’t the only valid act; he loves you even without such grandiose acts of affection. Even in the silence of the night walking you home, Saburo still loves you then. He promises.
A simple kiss from his lips couldn’t convey him all to you. That’s preposterous. Not even through a slip of words.
Because it’s the kiss of his lashes when he can’t take his eyes off you at the door. One blink a second too long, and you might just go; he’ll wait for you until you’re inside your home.
The kiss of the breeze from his cheek to yours as you two stand outside the door, neither wanting the other to go.
And the kiss of the moonlight tender on him, as much as Saburo wants to hide. With his eyes shimmering brighter than Sirius in the sky (but it’s Vega you’ll see this time of year instead, he’d surely correct).
He shouldn’t waste any more time though; he’s already had you all to himself today — such a selfish sorta guy. the youngest brother, oh so spoiled; how could you possibly say ‘no’ to his doe eyes and pretty pout? It’s illogical, it’s unfair.
Besides, it’s getting pretty late, and you need sleep. He knows you've been staying way more than usual, he'd scold, but even that's gentle still.
It’s the kiss that happens between the gap of your heartbeats, in the silence when he’ll confess without words.
When the moonlight flashes on you two, and the seconds last longer than they should, then Saburo leans over, kisses you on the cheek swift.
I love you.
He's sorry he’s still a kid; Saburo wants to grow up as soon as he can to then give you a proper kiss that you deserve. And yet, this kiss is more proper and more adult than any of the ones in the shoujos you've read, in anything you could ever dream up.
“Goodnight.”
He kisses with his breath, warm and quiet, just enough for you to hear. Not even the summer fireflies, or else he might get too shy then; he's already embarrassed enough at how awkward he is.
Yet even with his shoes pointed away and his body turned, ready to leave, it's his gaze still in your direction. It's his heart that still faces you.
“Don’t stay up so late.”
Typical Saburo, who can't help but sneak in a scold, with one last look of his eyes. Though he knows it’s because you’ll stay up with him on the phone, and he'll let it, because the both of you miss each other. But he's hopeless, he's actually the fool; he's sure he misses you more.
And it’s the kiss he gives you across the phone when you fall asleep on text. When he grumbles how stupid you are, neglecting your own body to stay up and talk to him. how stupidly cute..
It’ll be a proper kiss then, in the silence of his room.
finallyy on break so requests are open! don’t have a prompt list this time around lol. i’m probably going to take a little bit less requests this time around though since i have a few ideas of my own i wanna try to write. and i need like a month to recover, but alas, i have a mere week instead. mightt take a while to get through everything but thank you guys for being patient 💕!!
“what type of person would you fall in love with?”
fluff. gn!reader. ichiro. jiro. saburo.
been listening to 'ohayo ikebukuro' on my morning commute to make it a bit more bearable so i don't end up regretting my life choices lol. i adoree that song sm esp with the radio show format :( and i think the question segments are really cute so i decided to (hastily) write something with it. hope you guys enjoy!!
ichiro yamada [ 726 words ]
“..My type huh.”
It’s your face that pops into his mind first.
Ah..
“W, Well..” Ichiro tries to not let it show. the struggle in his tone; the little flutter his heart did with the curl in his voice; the cutest little voice break at the end as he clears his throat.
“Someone really strong, right?” Ichiro looks to both his bros around the table, as he answers his own, and they both nod approvingly; of course, nothing less for their bro.
Smeone who could handle him in his entirety.
A small smile curls at his lips, and his heart strings tug at such a thought.
A person who could hold onto his heavy heart and never let go. The type of person that is always by his side, through thick and thin, and accepts his flaws. You wouldn’t ever leave his side despite the hardships he’d go through — you’re strong, right?
Despite taking his bros out of the orphanage and raising them on his own. Despite his harsh delinquent years, and the arguments that would be involved.
He's overprotective; he loses his temper way too easily; everyone that he had ever loved had left — that's Ichiro's curse. He's the independent type that's bound to be doomed in each and every life.
But that doesn't scare you — you're strong, right. You could handle any curse, whether it was destined bad luck or being alone; you'd still be by his side no matter what.
And of course, someone who could tumble him easy and win in a fight. You could pin him and his heart down no matter your height, with his hands over his head. And of course, he’d get lovestruck eyes, this pretty little smirk.
He'd surrender to you instantly. Ichiro just knows when someone is tough.
They could take care of themselves, and take care of Ichiro at that. In a fight, you’d win with ease, whether playing dirty or not. One verse and one utter of his name, he's already on his knees.
Damn, you play rough and dirty. Fuck that’s nice. He doesn’t like it if you’re too gentle, even if it’s his first time; tell him straight up that you like him, take the initiative and kiss him first — he can handle the ride.
That’s his type.
The type of person that watches stupid ass isekai with him even though you’ve seen this trope run to death a thousand times; and you’re right there to console when his favorite waifu inevitably dies (he only ever likes the doomed ones, what can he say).
Someone he thinks of when he puts his headphones on, and it’s his favorite song that plays on shuffle. This one, he has to listen to in its entirety.
This one that was your favorite when he drove you back home the other day.
When he’s in the midst of doing paperwork, then he stops. His flow slows, getting harder to write with his hand that feels so numb. And with his lips to his palm, he'd have to hide himself. Even though he's alone in the office now, Ichiro still can't stand the warmth and color of you on him; he's got to stay strong.
But really, he prefers someone that's much stronger than him.
Someone Jiro and Saburo adore. Someone they’ll always ask about when you’ll come over, and whether Ichiro finally had the gall to ask you out. It’s.. it’s not a date though- of course. You wouldn’t think so, so he wouldn’t think that either.
He’s a polite gentleman, having been raised right.
Someone who Jiro smirks at, and Saburo raises a brow, giving him a glance. It’s definitely not a crush, most certainly not a date. He helps you out with odd jobs all the time, and you repay him by going out to anime collab cafés together. Alllll the timeee.
Yeah, someone they think is a good match for their big bro; I mean, after all, if they disapproved then Ichiro simply had to listen to them, right? It's him and his bros against the world — oh and you, of course.
“That’s my type of love.”
Ichiro hums, drumming his fingers against the table. The fan question already sits halfway in the back of his mind though, because well, he already knows.
There couldn’t be anyone else.
jiro yamada [ 1097 words ]
“Um, the person that I like..?”
You’re the first thought that pops into his head, not even a second later. Not even a lapse between the moment it leaves his lips, the time between the beats of his heart.
Huh.
Jiro almost falls out of his seat.
(and that’s why aniki always tells him not to lean too far back. idiot.)
“I.. I don’t have anyone like that!” Jiro gets back on his feet, barely manages to squeak by, but he yells a bit too loud into the mic. Well, whoever asked for sure heard it now. “I’m not interested in datin’ right now.”
Whew, close save. Nice. Surely his brothers didn’t catch on to that.
Jiro barely manages to squeak by. Talkin’ about crushes and whatnot — that’s too embarrassing, especially on a morning radio show of all things; it's way too early for this.
Oh and he blushes. Warm and cute, slurring all his words as if drunk on the warmth of his heart, the sweetness of such a name on his tongue, when he thinks of such a person.
He had no clue why he even thought of you.
“It’s the type of person you like, moron.”
“I know what they asked!”
Well his type.. Jiro scratches his cheek. That’s embarrassin’ to ask a man, no? That’s something he’s got to keep only to himself. to lock it up deep inside his heart and throw the key away somewhere he’d of course forget.
“Um, someone really kind I guess..”
They’ve got to be, of course. but you’re the kindest one he knows: giving him homework answers, reminding him to wear his gym uniform for next hour, always coming to home games and shit.
Really, he’d protect you from any Chuohku thugs.
And of course, someone really cute too. With this pretty smile that lights up even the nights, when he makes sure you get home safe.
Because he’s really very insistent on it. You’ve, um, been studying hard in the library all this time; jiro rubs the back of his neck, plays with his feet. And really, they’re killing him in these tight cleats after he’s been running around all day.
He didn’t know you were still there studying! And he just came back from football practice, and his home is right in the way. So y’know.. you guys could walk home together and all. It's.. late out for you to be all alone, Jiro avoids your gaze because he's not the chivalrous type either; he doesn't know what to do.
He's so sweet, so kind. You're grateful as you thank him by your front door and wish him a 'good night,' hoping that you'll see him tomorrow in home room, right? If he doesn't oversleep that is.
But you've got to stop sayin' shit like that, y'know?? It's not good for him, he grumbles, with this cute blush. with the skips of his racing heart and the way he already stumbles over his clumsy feet. He's a guy after all — that's not really something he wants to hear from you. Sweet and kind.. he should be reliable, dependable, the Jiro Yamada that gets your heart racing.
Besides, there's no way he's kinder than you.
And they’ve got to be superrr into anime; and they’d look good in anything, like his extra jersey on a pair of jeans or a dirty shirt from the floor of their room, but most especially in his clothes.
And they’d have him on a leash to tug around everywhere, with his name on the collar and yours on his heart to return to always if lost. That's the type of love he wants.
And you’d sit by him at bedside as he shyly plays a song he just wrote, thinking of you. With his fingers that tremble as he strums on the strings of his heart, and he looks up every few seconds or so, hoping you’d like it.
Of course, it's always good; his songs would always be your type too. It'd always make you happy that Jiro is thinking about you (though when is he not?).
Because you're kind. The kindest soul who'd love him 'till the end of time, so selfless sharing your heart with a fool like him. Someone kind enough to spend the rest of your life with him.
“I think.. I want a love like that..”
Oh he’s lost in thoughts this early on, as Jiro tapers his words off slow. He rests his head in his arms, stifles himself in the sleeves of his shirt; man, he hopes the fans can’t hear the flutters now over air or even his warmth, as it breaks up the signal.
He's not interested in romance right now, seriously! Jiro swears on his heart; he only tells the truth. It's just..
Yeah.. someone like that would be real nice.
(“Jiro has someone he likes.”
My, isn’t Saburo the ever observant one. Teasing his older brother oh so cruel, with a song in his voice as he smirks, poking at Jiro.
He just loves the way his idiot older brother gets all riled up so easily, even if he was just messing around.
But really, it couldn't be more obvious, even if he tried.
“N, No I don’t,,!!”
Wait um, that doesn’t sound right.
Jiro can't betray his heart, as quick as he is to defend himself. With the words bitter on his tongue, the warmth that creeps up his collar to the tips of his ears when he thinks of you. This sad look when he says such a cruel lie, the shatter of his heart. because Jiro isn't a liar after all; it hurts to do so. He only ever tells the truth.
“Uh I do! I do like’em but..”
There's only silence, as Jiro melts off quiet, warm. like wax that melts off a lit candle, the quaint bitter scent burning off. And his answer only echos in the mics of the room, with his confession in the walls of his large heart, so loud and booming.
Oh but he's such a fool. lovesick, that is. He could never see the obvious trap right ahead set out by Saburo, who's satisfied now that he's got what he's wanted. but Ichiro thinks it's sweet, oh so sweet, that his younger brother is so desperately in love it hurts. He can't stop grinning.
And Jiro.. well, he realized maybe a beat too late. Love and light travel faster than the speed of sound after all.
“There it is.”
Wait. Is this going on air?)
saburo yamada [ 843 words ]
“My type?"
He raises a brow.
What an insidious question. how crude; Saburo scrunches his nose. Now why would their fans like to know that?
“I don’t really care for love right now,” Saburo answers with the brush of his hand, without missing a beat. He’s got more important things to worry about — he’s only fourteen. "I haven't had my first love yet."
Middle school is the start of such things, surely, he’s picked up on from the gossips of his classmates and the tasteless couples that kiss on the school stairways. First loves and crushes and whatnot — he’s certainly in the time for that.
What. No of course not- he doesn’t have someone like that!
“But..” he’s not a good liar, he knows, his brothers know, as Saburo adds something else. Now, the entirety of Ikebukuro knows. It’s the twist of his heart, the gentle eyes of love. “I'd like for it be natural. When it comes, I’ll know.”
And he knows the slight race of his heart whenever you're around.
The way he clears his throat and offers a prompt ‘good morning.’ It’s quick, polite, and no one thinks about a greeting like that.
But really, it’s Saburo here. He’s put much thought behind each word. The way he sits tall in his chair, and he looks right into your gaze; the two words he’s stumbled on over and over, replaying in his head to ensure he didn’t stutter over a beat even once.
He’ll know from that.
It has to be someone Saburo has to tell himself not to look at during class.
You're sitting two seats in front of him, one to the left. Slightly in his line of sight when he writes the notes on the board, and you're all he ever sees when he looks up.
Annoying. You're nothing but a distraction no matter what.
Seriously, he needs to stop gazing. Saburo scribbles down his notes a bit too harsh, but he writes it all wrong like a dumbass. And he erases it, but he rips through his notes like a Jiro.
He's so weird, it's weird. and you're so irritating.
Stupid with those notes you take; Stupid with your chin in the palm of your hand as you daydream in class, looking so ethereal; Stupid how cute your smile looks on you when you catch him gazing incidentally and give him a wave.
But it’s human nature. It’s biological wiring — Saburo can’t possibly fight against that. When he turns to you anyway, when his eyes flick over to yours by mistake; he can pick you out of the crowd in his third year welcome speech in an instant. You’re the only one he’s talking to anyway.
He has to force himself to look away.
It’s only natural. It’s what his heart desires most, this gravitational pull. A theory of love that can't be disproven no matter how many experiments are run; you can't fight against physics, no matter how hard he tries. It's that sort of logical love he wants.
It has to be someone he doesn't mind being a bother.
The way he sits up tall when you ask him a question on tonight's homework, and the careful words he chooses over text — only ever for you. No one else gets such a quick response back from him; no one else gets to be a bother.
Someone he can show off to, and they'd ruffle his head. You'd clasp your hands with this glint in your eyes and go "wow Saburo! You're so smart!! Thank you so much!!!" because it's only a simple math problem — the simplest, really. Saburo could do it with his eyes closed. But he still shuts up and takes the hint, with the skip of his heart and looking away, because that's the natural response. because it's you.
Someone in class that sits two seats in the front, one to the left. Someone that brings their own bento box, and someone that bothers him incessantly with questions on the homework. Someone that wishes him good luck on the drbs, which everyone does, but it's only this very person he wants. they're not a bother.
Someone that's very specific in his mind, but of course, he’s got to be real picky if he’s going to spend the rest of his life with them. Saburo would rather do it right from the first time.
“I’d like to fall in love like that.”
But it’s the way his gaze falls to the table as he speaks into the microphone. You’re the only thing in his eyes. It’s in the mumble of his tone because Saburo won’t speak up; he won’t say the words and make them come true.
But if it's natural, if it's destiny, It'll all end well soon. It wouldn't need shy, embarrassed, socially awkward Saburo to make the first move. Just like gravity and the sun rising in the east, setting in the west, you'll end up in his arms no matter what.
i wonder if ichiro is a bit stingy when it comes to spending money since he and his bros grew up in a poor orphanage where everything was spread thin. he knows it’s a habit he should grow out of since they live pretty comfortably now, but he can’t help the little grimace he sometimes gets when the price of groceries is too high, or when he talks himself out of buying this new figure he really wanted bc it’s a bit much and he can’t justify it.
ofc that’s normal, but he kinda takes it to lengths. like if the washer needs fixing or the ac unit is down, ichiro pulls up his sleeves and tries to fix it himself instead of calling a repair man. as jiro and saburo had been begging bc they can’t stand having to share a room anymore.
esp as an odd jobs handyman, im sure he’d want to do everything himself instead.
if you have a leaky sink or the dryer is broken, ichiro insists on fixing it himself. you can use their washer and dryer for the time, can shower at their place, until ichiro gets around to it ; you can rely on him! and he sorta takes it as this pride of a man, being able to fix things for you.
and it wouldn’t be until he makes things a little worse, and a little more expensive than initially, that ichiro would finally give in and admit that maybe he can’t fix this at all.
(but he still grimaces a bit at the price even though he understands lol)
i'm on nights this week so this is entirely self-indulgent lol. entirely rough since i haven't had much time yet to sit down and write, but nonetheless, i hope it's still sweet!
ichiro yamada [ 652 words ]
“You’ve had a long day babe.”
Ichiro is always up the moment you get home, despite it being so late — or early in the morning rather, you should say.
Despite how you bite your cheek and say he should really go to bed before you; despite how he needs to wake up early because he has a full day of odd jobs ahead, he's always here. Even if his odd jobs ran late today, they'd never be later than yours.
But even when he’s sound asleep already, the moment that door unlocks, it’s a dream he wakes up from.
You’re finally here.
You knew that, of course. When you see a glimpse of the soft flicker of the living room’s light from the front door, when your heart finally rests at ease, you know you’ll come in and see only Ichiro standing by the door with this cozy smile, messy hair and tired eyes.
He’s glad you’re home.
He always knows — how does he do it? Well, it’s only his brotherly instinct, he’d laugh and ruffle your head; it’s an internal clock all big brothers have. like when Jiro comes home late despite promising he’d be back two hours ago, and he tries to be oh so discrete sneaking in. Or when Saburo comes home from cram school way past when Ichiro should already be in bed; he has a job at six in the morning tomorrow, he knows.
But Ichiro can’t sleep soundly if you guys weren’t safe back in bed first. That’s just not the sort of brother he is. not the type of boyfriend, more so.
He’s the one that turns off the lights, the last to go up. He’s the one that carries you guys off the couch, up the flight of stairs as he holds you close, and tucks you in warm. Even with his eyes closed and mind at rest, it’s his heart still on high alert.
And tonight, when you open that door, he’s still standing there as always.
But your heart swells, and your gaze falls, and you bite your tongue again today. Because as much as he should be in bed, as much as you don’t mind being all alone in this dark once you come back, it’s Ichiro you missed the most.
You couldn’t wait to finally be home.
“You must be tired," oh he still laughs gentle as Ichiro draws a strand of hair behind your ear. Even with his voice raspy and slow, when Ichiro only has sleep on the mind, you're the one he thinks about first. "Here. Let’s go to bed.”
And the curtains are already drawn closed. His words are so low and warm, when he cups behind your ear, when Ichiro leans in close and places a kiss on your forehead so chaste — he missed you. It’s only a dream.
He’s proud of you; Ichiro hopes you know from the look of his gaze, from his thumb that grazes your cheek tender. You worked so hard today as well, huh. It must be truly exhausting, he knows, he knows.
Ichiro coos so sweet as he follows you to bed; your tired eyes and the weight of your body entirely give in the moment you feel his warmth surround you, warmer than any blankets you're sure. And his lips tickle, his breath when it barely grazes by the cusp of your ear. When he mumbles 'good night' and turns off the lights.
He's a siren luring you to the haze of your dreams, or maybe a big bad wolf — a monster your mother has always told you to be wary of before venturing out, who would feast upon your love and your heart once you let him in.
But of course not, he’s Ichiro.
Of course he’d stay up waiting for you, no matter how long. You’re now here safe within his arms.
jiro yamada [ 800 words ]
“You’re finally home babe..”
Your name drawls on his tongue quiet and soft; and his lazy eyes are already half past closed, fluttering in and out of sweet dreams, as Jiro mumbles so hushed in between his yawns.
He doesn’t mean it, really. He never means to be half asleep (more like three-quarters) when you’re home at last; you’re much more tired than him, he’s sure.
He wants to be the first to greet you when you're home, not the dark lights of the living room once you unlock that door. Jiro wants to be the one to kiss you 'good night' rather than the moonlight outside.
He only wants to be the best boyfriend, after all.
But it's difficult when it's still only a little past midnight, and the sleep is already getting to poor Jiro. The weight of his heart missing you only drains him more, and sooner rather than later, he closes his eyes for just a second. But when he wakes, he hopes it'll be reality then, not a dream, and you're actually right there in his arms.
Could he be dreaming you up even now? that you’re finally home safe and sound, gone from such cruel jobs that take you away from his arms.
Maybe you’re still at work. Maybe he’s only in rem now making you up — you’re nothing but a dream to him anyway. It’s ever a wonder you’re with him, a wonder you hold his hand and never let go, kiss him so sweet. He never wants to wake up then.
And you’re unlocking the door right about now, at last after such a cruel, agonizing wait, and you’re still just as cute as the hour you left.
Maybe it’s only his dream that you’re here safe at home, happy to see your puppy waiting close by for his owner. But his mind would be oh so cruel to do such a thing then.
He tried to stay up for you, truly! tried his very best, you can see, until the weight got to his eyes, and he succumbed to the warmth of the blanket — the warmth he’s imagined your embrace, of your arms wrapped around him.
“Jiro..” even his name he thinks he dreams when you mutter it so wistful; and the gentleness of your gaze too. It's got to be a dream when you look at him like that, with all the stars in the night sky ingrained, and yet you still only see him.
It’s even difficult to keep his head up, to open his eyes and look at you so hazy — a dream, for sure. Oh Jiro.. the stress of the day melts away in your eyes and on your tongue; you cup his face gentle, thumb running over his cheek. “I told you that you didn’t have to stay up.”
“mm.. ‘wanted to..”
Well, he barely did.
Jiro may just melt right into your touch now though — it’s no more than a dream.
But he cuddles you in close when you finally crawl in bed, and he feels the dip of the bed in the haze. Jiro hums sleepy, tired; it's your name that's a lullaby as he drifts off, the last thing on his mind day in and day out. Why, it can only be you after all.
He’s been missing this all day.
His arms lazily wrap around your waist as if it’s instinct, pressed up against his chest, and Jiro nuzzles right into your scent. His legs are already tangled up in yours, knotted with the blankets he’ll kick off — but he’s the warmest here now.
You did well today babe. so so well. He doesn’t really know how you can work so hard — well, yeah he works hard at odd jobs, but you’re better than him. wayy better.
You’ve worked so hard and long, so just rest with him for now.. mm alright?
He’s heavy like this, you can’t help but sigh. but it’s the type that relieves all the weight of the day, the type that lets you close your eyes as you nestle right into his weight.
And your heart gives in already, when it feels the familiar touch of Jiro around. You’re already home.
It’s not a dream though, when he holds you tighter against him, when he nestles right into your hair. Your heart beat resonating against his is very real. The warmth of your skin underneath his fingertips, the shape of your waist in his arms — Jiro holds you tighter once more, afraid to let go.
Yeah, it’s real. You’re actually here.
And the scent of his shampoo you’ve used still lingers on — but it smells better on you, really. the best.
Now he can sleep snug, safe and sound.
saburo yamada [ 920 words ]
“You’re home.”
Saburo doesn’t sound all too welcoming, does he?
It’s almost a scolding, when he's up on the bed in the dim light, when he gazes at you with such a pretty pout. Almost a 'how could you be out this late'; 'you were supposed to be back an hour ago'; 'do you know what time it is right now?'
But you know just what his heart truly means.
Why, with the glisten in his gaze, prettier than any of the stars above, and the sulk to his pout.
You’ve been working hard. Too hard and too long — it’s unconscionable. How could you make him wait this late? Don’t you love Saburo enough? Don’t you know his heart has been on edge all this time, waiting for you to be safe here in his arms.
You texted him. You’ve let him know; he knows it’s just your horrible work keeping you back. He knows it’s your shift times. Saburo knows it’s all him.
Just.. please try to come earlier next time. He’d mumble with a pout, whispering right into your ear. It’s not your decision — he knows. It’s something so childish of him, as Saburo looks away much too embarrassed. There's no logical reason he should be acting like such a fool. But still.
He couldn’t sleep. Not a wink, not when you’re not here by his side.
He cuddles you so close in his arms in bed (that you've taken way too long to get in, might he add), afraid you’ll slip away soon enough. When he opens his eyes, what if you were to fade away, your warmth lingering only on his fingertips for a second more like a dream. What if he wakes, and it's only the semblance of your warmth he gets.
Saburo gazes longingly this close through the dark, piercing eyes so bejeweled — brighter than any star, of course. He’s still able to make out your features: the curve of your nose, the wisp of your lashes, the sweetness of your lips. He's memorized you in and out, but of course.
What if he wakes, and you’re still back at work — his breath hitches in his throat. What if he’s got to spend another morning alone again; what if he’s gone mad and dreaming this all up, and you're still at work. You're still not with him.
I love you.
The words are carried by the still night winds, yet they still travel across the world before they reach you.
You don’t think he’s really said it. You think you’ve dreamed it all up, right as you get in bed. And you’re only dreaming up his arms around you, dreaming of the graze of his lips against your ear.
It seems like a dream: the heat of his breath, the sweetness of his tongue, the little kiss he gives right at the angle of your jaw and ear. It’s Saburo you’ve been wanting to come back to the most after all; it’s only your mind making connections in your dreams.
How annoying.
Saburo huffs when he realizes you're fast asleep. Irksome, bothersome: you're so annoying making him wait all this time, only to not realize your very own boyfriend beside you. Even a kiss doesn't wake you, huh — but isn't he your true love's kiss?
Don’t you know it’s reality instead? Saburo grumbles, furrowing his brows as he watches you underneath the moonlight. Of course he loves you.
Oh but, you’re the most tired after all..
With the gentle touch of your breath against his lips, and your hands are loose in his despite their weight. Saburo can see the fatigue in your eyes, even as you're fast asleep.
It's sleeping beauty right next to him.
With the gift of song when you mumble his name in your sleep — it's only him you've missed the most; and lips so sweet they shame the saps of trees and the nectar of a rose; a voice so kind, a touch so gentle, Saburo wonders how he could ever live up.
He knows he's smart. Saburo knows he's the best odd job worker there is, and the better of the rappers here in Ikebukuro. He knows he's a pretty caring lover, knows how hard he works. But you're the better of the two like this, he's sure.
Before your work calls again, he’ll have to cherish you then.
So he holds you close, despite how his heart and fingertips shake; despite how he's not good at this whole 'boyfriend' thing; despite the time you two have been together.
Saburo nestles in close, closer than you would ever know if you were awake; and he kisses you gentle once more, before he succumbs to sleep as well. No matter how tired he is, no matter how long he's waited for you to be safe in his arms, he knows it'll never compare to you.
It's only the night he gets vulnerable like this, and he's up late waiting for you. You're the only one that sees his faults illuminated underneath the stars, yet you'll stay with him. Even after how long your work has been, how tiring, you're still in his arms at the end of the day, and Saburo is safe.
But even if you're fast asleep, you should know: he’s proud of you, and you work too hard (seriously, you should take a break and see him once in a while). And.. he loves you so — it’s reality, y’know.
hii !!! just wanted to say your works are absolutely amazing and ngl i'm lowkey embarrassed how many times i've reread them lol😭u really are just that awesome! it's also totally okay to take a step back from trying to write smth especially when life is being messy and work is, well, being work lmao cause u and your well-being matters most! and is priority!! take care out there !! ❤️🫡
wait this is so cute you’re so cute anon i wish i saw this before going in today!! honestly you made my entire week already thank youu ☹️💕
genuinely hearing you go back and reread my works means the world to me!! i always wondered if i was ever that sort of writer when i go back and reread my fav fanfic writers works too; that was the sort of writer i always strived to be since i first got into fandom so it kinda feels like a dream realized 💕and its not embarrassing at all dw im the exact same way. the amount of times i’ve reread the same hypmic yume fics over and over since there’s such limited supply on here is dreadful lol
please take care of yourself as well dear anon!! going to keep your message and everyone else’s support close to my heart as i finish this brutal month of gen surgery 🩷 wish i could convince my program that our wellbeing matters too though
im sorry guys i really want to try to write and post more but surgery clerkship is genuinely kicking my ass rn 😭 im too tired to do much anymore i just feel like a zombie even on my days off. can't believe I still have two more months of this.. ugh..
hehewhehwehehe have you heard the new Jiro voice lines for spring they're so cutee hehehehweh the contrast between the two is soooo adorable he's sooo puppy coded..,,.
the voice lines are always so good i swear even if they get a bitt repetitive. but jiro is soooo cute, the cutest golden retriever 🥺 (idk many dog breeds but he prob sees himself as this intimidating guard dog sort, but really, he’s nothing more than this energetic puppy with the cutest barks).
getting all tired from running around and then napping in the sun.. he’s a puppy indeed. and obviously he’s a good boy, the best.
think it’d be really nice for him to nap in your lap, and the sun hits his face so pretty, and you dust off the petals so gentle.. i can’t wake him up only after ten minutes that’s so evil!! he should sleep peacefully for as long as he needs (but he’d wake up from a true loves kiss, right?)
Hi um I think this probably counts as a request and I'm sorry for that but I was in a car accident today and I want to take my mind off things but I've already consumed all the Jiro content on this website and was wondering if you had any headcanons of Jiro that you haven't shared with us yet
that's so horrifying anon I'm so sorry you went through that! I hope you're safe now and feeling a bit better after getting everything checked out :( hopefully you don't have any fractures or injuries from the accident! and dw i don't mind at all; my inbox is alwayss open for any stray thoughts about buster bros or any hypmic character really!
I have a bunchh of jiro hcs since I talk about him too much with my friends lol, but for now I'll say a few fluffy ones I have! Some of them I did plan to share later on in a fic/hcs or something of the sort, so I'll just write them here instead. I don't really remember what I have and haven't shared before, so I hope these are all new! Not really sure if these are hcs or more like very mini scenarios lol but either way, I hope you love them! And again, I hope you're safe and taking care anon 🫶💕
1. Jiro loves it when you run up to his arms right after a drb or when he comes back from an odd jobs trip.
He’s been thinking about you this whole time. whether he was setting up for this restaurant’s grand opening in nagoya or going up against a team in the regional bracket (he had a slip of tongue once, where he almost accidentally said your name in a rap, after thinking about you for too long); were you watching him from afar? cheering for him, with his name leaving your mouth even when he’s hours apart? even if he couldn’t hear it, he’s sure that’s what makes his heart beat the entire weekend.
and he’ll catch you, but of course. he holds you oh so tight in this crushing hug, picks you up with ease and spins you around so fast it makes you dizzy. you’re actually here, in his arms.
then jiro puts you down but doesn’t let you go. he’d nestle right into the crook of your neck, the warmth he had longed for, and his hair is ticklish on your skin. he'd been waiting for this exact moment the whole time. like hachiko waiting for you by the door.
maybe he’ll mumble something incoherent — not japanese in the slightest. or maybe he’ll just hum. he missed you, he loves you. he’s glad he’s back home in ikebukuro.
2. Whenever he breaks a leg or his arm from football/soccer and has to get a cast, of course every single one of your guys' classmates signs it. It becomes so full of their signatures, of their well wishes and charms (and perhaps some left their phone numbers as well? if he ever needs anything ofc, like notes or homework and the like); there's not enough room anymore.
but i mean, you might as well have been the only one to sign it. a cute 'get well soon ♡!' written tiny in some corner. it's obvious, your message is his absolute favorite.
He rereads it over and over. when he's in class or eating lunch. when he gets into bed and he traces your cute wobbly heart with his gaze. Jiro gets the heart flutters fr.
(he hates not being able to move around these next few weeks, but getting pampered by both aniki and you kinda makes up for it. and saburo is actually a little bit nicer too)
3. Jiro replaces the names in the songs with yours sometimes, and he always gets super flustered in doing so. he can never actually spit out your name; his cheeks flush, and jiro can barely utter it underneath his breath before he hits the wrong note on his guitar and ruins the song. his heart just beats too quick, and your name tickles too much on the tip of his tongue..
When he plays his favorite songs on guitar too, especially if they're love songs, he always thinks of you. whether the two of you are a thing or he's just crushing, hard. Jiro would love to play a song for you one day though (once he gathers the guts, that is).
4. Always needs (wants please please please) a good luck kiss before either a drb or a football match. He'll say something like how it actually helps him and he can't win without it; but he's honestly such a huge dork as cool and sauve as he acts that he can't even say that without mumbling, slurring over his words and not meeting your eyes.
He gets really sad though if you don’t show up to his games or practice, and he actually plays a little worse those days, his teammates notice (and they beg you at school to show up even if for a few minutes lmao).
5. not really a hc, but i just think jiro would look good with a piercing. I know the bros weren’t close during tdd era, but I think once they mended all their wounds and relationships, jiro, who looks up to ichiro sm, would want to get a piercing just like his lol. and he’d look good!! so good..
6. I just think it’d be really very cute that he always cooks for you. ofc he loves the cafe outings and the skate park and the arcade, but I think just as much, Jiro would love to invite you over for a date on a day his brothers would come home late, cook dinner for you two and just laze around and watch anime on the couch or something. He's a pretty good cook actually! (well apparently according to arb lol) so i think he'd love to make any dishes for you that you're craving or have you try out what he made, with this glimmer in his eye and waiting oh so antsy for you to say that it's good.
and with the flutter of his heart and blushed cheeks, he'd come over and give you a bag full of dinner for you and your family to try. because he made too much or something. by accident, but ofc. especially if you're sick or are studying for big exams, he'd want to take care of you.
He asks aniki for help with some recipes since he's a much better cook than Jiro, and Ichiro is always elated to help out when he sees just how much you mean to Jiro. like this shyness to his gaze or the way he looks away when he talks about you. it's sooo cute.
7. Jiro puts up a front. he's not actually all that loud and abrasive and confident; i mean, he is, but he's just a touch insecure about his abilities if he dwells on himself too much, especially when he sees his brothers who he believes are sm better than him and deserving of the yamada name. when he sees you and can't believe he actually managed to bag you. sometimes you feel so far away from jiro even though you’re right here in his arms. and those moments hurt the most.
I think he's honestly a really tender-hearted boy at the core of it that's trying his best to be good (i'm sure you can tell from how i write him lol)
8. soo I just think he’d be very submissive. idk i love that. like always calling him good boy or petting his head, and he only listens to you. and he always loves to sleep in your lap, especially if he's had a long day or if he's feeling a bit down. those moments he's the most quiet, simply nestling into your lap and hiding himself away from the world, and it's your warmth and soothing touch, the sound of your heartbeat and all, that makes him feel that everything will be ok.
but I also love submissive puppy boys so I'm a little biased lol. your name on his heart, like a collar — if lost return to owner. ughh i love that too much.
9. I think he’s actually really good at housework and doing his chores. maybe not always on time, and ichiro would have to sometimes remind him to take out the trash and do the laundry, but he does them! (he’d make the perfect house husband idcc)
10. either shows up right on time or a littlee late to dates bc he can never get the time or location right lol. his sense of time or like his internal clock is a bit messed up. but ofc he always makes it up to you for waiting.
11. When the two of you begin dating, Jiro doesn't actually tell his bros right away. Not that he doesn't want you to meet them or anything — his family is most important after all! And ofc he'd lovee nothing more than to show you off, and he's sure his brothers will love you. but that's kinda why.
He knows Saburo would just make fun of him and go on and on about how he's so surprised that someone as incompetent as him managed to bag someone like you. And Jiro's oh so afraid that Ichiro will think that you're wayy too good for him. like out of his league. and he really doesn't want to answer any questions. he loves his bros but jiro doesn't want them to butt in, to ask anything, to know. just for now.
and Jiro can’t keep a secret, we all know. he’d accidentally slip a super important detail about an odd job out in the open, or he'd let it slip that he failed a test that he actually really didn't want aniki to know aboutl lol. but surprisingly, he’d be pretty quiet about his relationship with you. I'm sure Ichi and Sabu get some hint, and they most definitely know there's someone he likes, especially when he's in the kitchen making chocolate to give on white day. But they don't know.
so just for now, jiro likes the fact that it's only him and you.
12. ofc he’s always sending you memes and videos and music he thinks you’d love. especially music. thought of u he texts each time he sends a song over, and even though it's such a simple text without even proper spelling, your heart always skips without fail.
his recs always hit the spot too; it's always a song you love, or a playlist curated specifically to your taste. or maybe that’s just bc Jiro gave it to you that you listen to it over and over.
(sharing earbuds, with one in your ear and the other in his, would be very cute too)
13. The more he’s with you, the more his laugh and sense of humor becomes like yours. Jiro loves big, so I think he’d unknowingly pick up on some of your habits and mimic you. like the way you end your sentences or words you always seem to say or how your laugh has this cute little curl to it.
He also picks up some of your music taste! some of the songs he'd never think he'd like or something you sent him to give a listen. he gets very annoyed at sabu when he plays a song and that brat says it’s garbage. bc it’s the song you love, a song you’ve played to him, so jiro in his mind equates that to sabu calling you trash and gets into an argument lmao
14. he says i love you easily and over any little thing. At first it was hard bc the two of you were so new, and Jiro had always thought about this, daydreamt about you and him, well, he loves you! but it’s super weird now right. he has to play the cool guy and not scare you off, or else he'd blurt how much he loves you from the very first day. but no jiro isn’t cool. he’s not cool at all really, so the longer the two of you are together, the easier it slips by.
when you give him homework answers or share your lunch. when you simply fix his tie because it's crooked and messy, jiro will say 'i love you' no matter what. it's kinda cute really, how he says it over the smallest things.
(if you don't say it back he gets very down then becomes very veryy annoyed, very antsy, and won't stop telling you until you do)
15. the kind of texter that just spams bc he never says everything he wants to in one text. your phone just keeps buzzing, and sometimes (a lot of the time) he'll just text you during class or as you're studying, so you'd have to mute it.
16. obviously he’s not at all discrete about his crush. he grins and blushes when you catch his eye, waving so big. then he gets super duper sad if you ignore him. a literal puppy, and lowkey your full time simp (his friends always make fun of him for it lol)
17. the type that can’t let you or anyone go. we know ichi has abandonment issues, and i think jiro would too to some extent since he and saburo don't really know rei, y'know. So jiro would let you go, bc he loves you so much and if that’s what makes you happy then.. so be it.
but he’ll always think about you even years later bc his heart still loves you. he still yearns for you even then, still keeps everything you've given him because he can't bear to throw it away. even if it's your lip balm that you left in his room one time, and it's been used but not much. because that's like admitting he doesn't care. he doesn't love you and he has never loved you, and that's simply not true.
Jiro will always love you until the end of time and even beyond, even if you were to leave, because that's just how big his heart is, with all the room. that's what love means to jiro.
Okk that was a very long list I apologize. I had so many thoughts and just wanted to keep adding instead of actually studying lol (this too is jiro). Hope you're doing better now though anon! Ofc if you or anyone else has any other thoughts on the bros or hypmic please feel free to send me an ask!
