osomatsu: lots of physical contact. hugs and pets. lots of hugs. kisses too if his s/o will accept them!!! lots of physical love. and like he’d bring them stupid teddy bears and dollar tree fake flowers ? he wouldn’t feel sad for them or with them. he’d just feel madly in love and his big-brother instincts would go off. he’d want to help so bad. he’d send encouraging text messages that would say things like “so far, you’ve made it through 100% of your shitty days so far!! your track record is good” and “i love you no matter what ❤️❤️❤️❤️” lots of emojis. and jokes. a lil bit of everything. he’s a weenie</p>
karamatsu: HED BREAK OUT THE GUITAR!!!! SOMEONE TAKE OUT THE MILK BECAUSE ITS TIME TO MAKE CHEESE!!!! he’d serenade them every chance he got and he’d give them gifts. lots of them are from dollar tree because he couldn’t afford real expensive things but the thought is what counts. loooots of chocolate tbh. candy is the best medicine. he’d say things like “i’ll be waiting here for you when the sun comes up. i’ll always wait.” . he’d be very hurt and take it very personal if his s/o didn’t “get better” when he tried to “fix it”. he would cry a lot about it, but he’d never take it out on his s/o. he’d take it out on himself. he’d forget that it’s not about him. he’d try harder, even if it was only for himself.</p>
choromatsu: he wouldn’t know what to do. he’d just sit awkwardly and be there. he wouldn’t know what to say. he’d just be there. if they were laying down, he’d sit there and hold their hand. if they would be up for talking, he’d sit there in silence with them. he would want to help so bad, but the words just won’t come out. so he just sits there. :< on his face. waiting for them to come out, if they ever do. </p>
ichimatsu: he’d just lay them with there. in silence. sometimes cuddling, sometimes facing the complete opposite way on the bed. there would be cats. cats on cats on cats. he’s an empath. he feels everything his s/o feels. all of the anger, the hurt, the guilt, the sadness, every single layer of it. must most of all he’d feel the numbness? he’s always felt the numbness. but with his s/o. his sunshine. feeling it. he’d just. it would kill him. he’d numb out even more. and he’d cry. he never cries, but when he’s sure his s/o was sleeping. he just cries. he’s dead inside. hes always dead inside. but this. it just wilted him. that’s not an appropriate word but. that’s just how it is. so he lays there with them, feeling shitty with them. he can’t muster up the strength to do anything more.
todomatsu: he’d leave. i mean. he would under normal circumstances (if his s/o was his daddy or some random girl-anyone he used for self esteem.) but. someone he loved. geez. he’d want to leave so bad. that’s all he’d ever known how to do? but he stays. he stays. and he’d just try to be cute. and he’d take them out. and he’d bring them food. and he’d take them out running or to the gym. anything to get them out of their head. but depression really isn’t that easy. so he tries so hard. but his effort wouldn’t really get there. but he’d continue taking them out and doing things like that. he loves them, really. he’s just never been there. he’s clueless.
jyushimatsu: jokes! general silliness! he’d try to make them smile. he’d laugh and joke and proclaim his love everyday. he’d pick them up and give them sweet lil kisses. he’d take them out to see his new and improved baseball swing!!! and he’d kiss every single one of their scars and tell them that he’d do everything in his power to stop those from happening ever again. what he wouldn’t tell them though was how ravaged he was on the inside. he would hurt so bad for them. he just wants to help and he tries and he tries. he hurts so bad. it sucks.