Can I request kazuichi, nagito, and gundham (separate) x fem or g/n reader who LOVEESSSS dying/making all their clothes the same color?
Like for example, reader really likes the color teal? Thats their new hair color, makeup color, clothing, accessories...i think ya get it...
Also can I be šøšŖ anon?
āĖā”.ą³ąæā okay so i don't write nagito x female reader because kdk on bsky said and then doubled down on him being a homosexual but you said fem not female so actually its just a fem!gn reader
The first time you showed up with your hair, clothes, makeup, even your shoes perfectly monochrome, Kazuichi's jaw hit the floor. He's used to bold fashion looks (I mean, he dyes his hair that color), but the sheer commitment to the bit is what floors him
He immediately feels a sense of kinship. He dyed his hair pink to change his image and reinvent himself; he assumes you're doing the same, just on a much more frequent, rotating basis
He'll spend the first ten minutes squinting at your clothes, trying to figure out if you bought them that way or dyed them. Once he realizes you're a DIY dyer, he's hooked
Kazuichi's love language is labor. If you're in a teal phase, don't be surprised if he gifts you items hand-painted to match your teal. He'll stay up all night in the shed just to make sure the shade matches your hair exactly
He gets incredibly stressed about you being near him when he's working on mechanics while wearing your monochromatic outfit, he knows how much time and pride you have in the dye job, and he doesn't want to be the one to ruin it with grease or oil
He starts buying shop towels and industrial-grade gloves specifically in your current color for himself to use, just so he can match with you like a true couple does in his mind
He grows strangely fond of the smell of fabric dye and vinegar. To him, that sharp, acidic scent means you're working on a new look, and he gets excited to see the reveal
Nagito finds your commitment to a single color deeply moving. He sees it as a pure expression of self. He'll often trail off mid-sentence just staring at you, murmuring about how wonderful it is that someone as lowly as him gets to witness such a vivid, unified existence
He becomes strangely superstitious about your current color. If you're in your teal phase and he happens to find a teal-colored anything, he takes it as a divine omen
He'll often apologize for his own "drab and boring" clothes and hair, claiming he's "polluting your perfect aesthetic" just by standing near you. You'll have to spend a lot of time reassuring him that his neutrals actually make your colors pop more
Because of his Ultimate Luck, Nagito has a knack for finding exactly what you need in the most improbable places. If you're looking for a specific shade of teal ribbon that's been out of stock for years, he'll accidentally find a whole crate of it in a dumpster behind a craft store
He treats your laundry/dyeing days like a religious ceremony. He won't let you lift a finger if he can help it
"Please, allow a piece of trash like me to stir the dye vat. It's the only way I can be useful to a talent as bright as yours."
If he accidentally splashes teal dye on his own face or clothes, he won't wash it off immediately. He wears it like a badge of honor, claiming he's blessed to be stained by your influence
Nagito is very sensitive to h is surroundings. Once you transition from one color to another, he experiences it as a total "rebirth" of his world. He'll spend days re-learning the way light hits you, fascinated by how the new color changes the aura of your hope
He is mesmerized when you apply your makeup. He'll sit perfectly still, watching you put on the teal eyeliner and teal lipstick, whispering about how harmonious you look. He might even ask to try a little bit on himself, just to feel a connection to your world
Sometimes his luck works in weird ways. You might wake up to find he bought a teal bedspread, teal mugs, and teal curtains because they were the only ones on sale. He claims it's a coincidence, but he loves seeing you blend into your environment
If anyone makes a comment about you looking weird, Nagito's usual self-deprecating smile turns chillingly cold. He will dismantle their argument with terrifyingly calm logic, explaining why their "shallow minds" can't comprehend the "Sublime purity" of your dedication
He doesn't need to talk much when you're together. He's content just sitting in a park with you, watching how the color of your clothes blends or contrasts with the green grass. To him, you are a walking masterpiece that validates his belief in the beauty of the world
Gundham is convinced your phases are actually an outward manifestation of your shifting aura, asking something like:
"What celestial alignment prompted this sudden surge of mana within your soul?"
He assigns a mythical name to every color you choose. Teal? The frozen breath of the leviathan. Crimson? The ichor of a dying star. Violet? The shadow of the abyssal realm
He treats the act of you dyeing your clothes like a forbidden ritual. He'll stand over the dye vat, arms crossed, chanting (mostly nonsense) to "ensure the pigments bind with the strength of a thousand demons"
If you are committed to a color, the Devas are getting involved. He will tie tiny same-color ribbons to one or find a scrap of the same-color silk to line their sleeping quarters
He claims the Devas have "strong opinions" on your color choices, always good opinions mind you, and he will happily "translate" to you that Maga-Z finds that specific shade you wear to enhance your intimidation factor
If you are using harsh chemical dyes, he'll make sure the Devas are out of the room and well ventilated. His own ventilation he doesn't think about you'll need to be the one to make sure he doesn't pass out from the fumes
Gundham is incredibly attached to his own aesthetic. If you start wearing a scarf in your current monochrome to match his, he considers it a soul-binding contract
He loves how you look standing next to him, even if your colors clash. It simply just adds into your two's intimidating aura to him
He will scrounge up the most bizarre "artifacts" in your color. A geode, a feather from a rare bird, or an "enchanted" glass eye. He'll present them to you with great flair, claiming they are "relics of a lost civilization" (he found them online, but the effort (and sometimes cost) was immense)
If you ever get dye on your skin, he'll grumble about your clumsiness while gently scrubbing it off with a damp cloth, his hands shaking slightly because he's actually flustered by the proximity
He might eventually suggest that he should incorporate a tiny bit of your color ingo his own outfit to show that your "empires" have formed an unbreakable alliance
