I just found out Tasuku’s shoes are yellow, and I’m so shook. I don’t know why it’s so important to me but ??? why yellow ??? why did I just find out ????
may I request taichi with friend/crush reader? reader asked taichi to help them dye their hair, and while the hair dye is processing they start to awkwardly flirt/joke with each other to the point that they don't notice how much time passed and the dye became too dark. i'm sorry if this is too specific, but thank you so much in advance if you do write it! take care! c:
hi hi, anon~ ☆ thank you so much for requesting! this made me sososo #Happy because taichi deserves all the love in the world 💗 !! ∪･ω･∪ please give our baby puppy nanao your heart 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he deserves it! you also deserve love, anon~ ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) please accept all my #Love 💖✨ for this prompt! thank you for everything, i love you lots, okay? :D 💕
summary: when your best friend, taichi, texts you there’s an emergency, you come running to a bad hair day
author’s note: please love taichi lots, reader! that’s all~ have a good rest of your day and remember taichi & i will always love you sososo much !! (>◡<♡).:｡
word count: 3,055
music: dream boy – waterparks
bad hair day!
🍁🛹 nanao taichi
“where is he?!”
sakyo stared down at you, opening the door after waking up to repetitive pounding that nearly shook the whole dorm
you were still in your pajamas and out of breath—did you run over here?
before sakyo could angrily swear at you for making no sense just past midnight, you ducked underneath his arm and escaped around the corner
although some dorm lights were on, most of the rooms were pitch black as expected of it being a school day tomorrow. you were about to sprint into the slightly ajar door of room 105 before omi stepped out, an amused smile greeting you
“taichi’s in the bathroom, if you’re looking for him.” omi gestured towards the shared bathrooms at the end of the hallway, to which you gratefully thanked him and ran off again
(omi looked after you, a smile upon his tired expression. “kids these days.” omi yawned, heading back into his dorms and shutting the door softly behind him)
you didn’t take as much consideration into your actions before you slid into the communal bathroom, slamming the door behind you with uncontrollable force. you leaned against it, panting as you finally saw him
nanao taichi was sitting near the sink with three (3) boxes of random hair dye on the counters, very obviously confused and distressed
“taichi, what’s the emergency?!”
“my hair dye isn’t the right shade!”
“... are you serious?”
this was it. it was hair–dye day
except this time, it wouldn’t be just taichi’s hair transformation—you were getting a new look, too!
how did you get yourself into this mess exactly? maybe sleepily reading an urgent message from your best friend late at night declaring he was having an “emergency” wasn’t a good idea after all...
there was something about taichi’s big puppy eyes that couldn’t make you say no despite all your frustration, so here you were, tiredly following an overexcited boy down the aisles of the local convenience store
did i mention it was way too late? on a school day, by the way? i didn’t, well, now you know!
“taichi,” you called out, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes and tried not to wince at the bright led lights of the display. taichi barely paid attention, humming an incoherent answer as he browsed the rainbow shelf of hair dyes in front of him
“don’t you think... we should wait until tomorrow?” taichi seemed to process your words a moment late, because he turned towards you, bewildered as if you were the crazy one
yeah, you were crazy. taichi definitely wasn’t holding three wildly different boxes of hair dye and debating between all of them. he also definitely didn’t mislead you into thinking something happened when all he had was s bad hair day. you knew you had to intervene or else his usual red would become kazunari’s palette
“tomorrow? what’s wrong with now?”
“it’s almost midnight, we have school in nearly seven hours, and i know for a fact you didn’t do your homework.”
(taichi flinched at that and you were unsatisfied to see you were right, as always)
“i know that, but!—” “it’s midnight.” “hey, new day, new you, right?” “we have school in a few hours.” “think of how cool you’ll be showing up with dyed hair!” “you have homework.”
“i know, i know,” taichi shrugged, holding the boxes up to his line of sight with serious consideration as he glanced at you. with one look at your tiredness, taichi put the red cart down and completely faced you, putting his hands on your shoulders with a pout
“come on, don’t be like that!” taichi whined, nearly stomping his feet when you just huffed and looked away. jumping so he stayed in your view, it was like a pet wanting attention and using its cuteness as its charm
“hey, hey, look at me, please~?” taichi dragged out, moving his hands so they cupped your cheeks. he made you look at him and all you saw was a backwards baseball cap on a head of nearly half black hair and wide cyan eyes. he looked fully awake, you wondered where his infectious energy came from
“turn that frown, upside down!” taichi turned the corners of your lips up with his pointer fingers, making you automatically smile with the way his giggle got louder. “that’s my best friend!” taichi patted your cheeks again and bounced back down to his heels, rocking back and forth on his worn down sneakers
“look at us! we’re two high schoolers about to make an impulsive decision! nothing could go wrong!” taichi laughed and although there were a million things that could’ve gone wrong, you just sighed with a smile on your face
“you’re right.” you said even if he wasn’t. taichi just picked the cart back up and tilted his head towards the dyes, asking for your opinion on what colors you liked
you chose red, too. when taichi questioned why curiously, you patted his head and responded with, “so we can match!”. the boxes of hair dye you both bought were red just like taichi’s face when you answered honestly
sneaking back into the bathroom to avoid the “you have school” lecture from a very pissed off sakyo who still couldn’t go back to sleep, you and taichi failed at hushed whispers. everything felt like a joke and it didn’t exactly help taichi found everything you did hilarious and comical
setting down the boxes like it was second nature, taichi let out a sound of excitement at the colors. even if you were running on little to no sleep, you felt the same with the adrenaline of looking like a new person in just a few hours
“we’re gonna look so cool!” taichi squealed, taking his time mixing the dye color with the bowl and brush quickly
you sat on the sink counter, swinging your legs as taichi leaned onto the surface next to you, rambling away about how popular red was this season and how all the students will fall in love with his trendiness
used to your friend’s lovesick, hopeless romantic antics, you fondly rolled your eyes as you stretched, stifling a yawn
“is that why you decided to dye your hair tonight?”
“... maybe. there was advice that having perfext roots would attract any woman in my favorite love advice column!”
“...” “do you think people will like my hair?” “they might think we’re a couple since we’re matching.”
taichi suddenly stopped mixing, staring at the bowl wide eyed at the red dye. you were about to ask what happened, before taichi nervously laughed and looked towards the ground
“u–us? a couple?! no way...” taichi blurted out, avoiding your eyes as he began mixing even faster
“do you want me to change my color then—?” you cautiously started, about to change your mind before taichi interrupted hastily, almost knocking the other boxes over by waving his gloved hands
“no! i mean, haha... no, no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it!” taichi laughed so you slowly nodded, not buying it but deciding to go with the flow anyways. you were too tired to think about it too hard
you both unanimously agreed that taichi would dye your hair first. after all, he had more experience doing this by himself until you came along
one thing though, you didn’t want to ruin your pajama shirt. after rummaging through his closet quietly, you felt a t–shirt land on your head and heard a victorious laugh from the doorway
lifting the shirt, you recognized the one–eyed monster graphic design on the front, its tongue sticking out with some graffiti text above its head
“are you sure? you always wear this one?” you hesitated to take it before taichi forced it back into your hands, his expression easy and humorous
“take it, it’ll look better on you, anyways.” taichi casually said and you wondered how many smooth pick up lines he’s been reading. but, one look at his light smile and you could tell he genuinely meant it
returning back into the bathroom wearing a black t–shirt, you had changed into his t–shirt as well. while you were making sure all the dyes were separated to avoid any accidents, you barely noticed taichi stop dead in his tracks
(how come you looked so... good, in his t–shirt? maybe, he should give you his clothes more often... taichi gulped, wondering why he was suddenly feeling this way. it must’ve been the lack of sleep, the tiredness of staying up past his usual bedtime, that’s all!)
“are you ready for the best hair day ever?”
unexpectedly, taichi was quiet for the next hour or so. you could tell from the way he carefully applied just the right amount on your roots to how he knew the time on the box without even looking
maybe it was the way neither of you had proper sleep schedules, but you nearly fell asleep when taichi began combing your hair. after letting it develop, taichi began evenly distributing the red color while humming a popular pop song from his playlist in the background
you didn’t know when you dozed off, but you woke up to a flash of a camera and heard taichi’s snickers right in front of you. rubbing your eyes, you sat up straighter to notice a plastic bag was wrapped around your hair with an empty bowl of red dye discarded in the sink
“morning, sleepyhead~!” taichi greeted way too happily at this hour, making you groan as you stood up. “you didn’t sleep, taichi?” you wondered out loud, noticing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly with a nonchalant sound
“yawn—i mean! i’m not even tired, gotta wait for your timer to go off to rinse your hair!” (it was his rule that he was always the last person to sleep if he was with you) taichi proudly held up his phone and showed you the screen, as if you could see it from there
(maybe if you could, you would’ve prevented the disaster about to occur in the very near future)
“your turn, puppy. come over here.” you stretched and taichi squealed, running over just to nearly knock over the chair from excitement. taichi always liked doing things with you, and you pampering him made him feel a lot happier than he’d like to admit
“can you stay still?” “i’m trying~! geez, so mean first thing in the morning... uuh...” “awww come on, don’t act like a kicked puppy, taichi!” “woof...”
it was the saddest bark you’ve ever heard. you smiled even if taichi was squirming in his seat and pet his dry hair, your best friend automatically leaning into your touch with a content sigh as he closed his eyes. oh, finally! taichi went still, letting you start the dye process quickly
just like you, taichi was on the verge of staying awake and falling asleep. it was nice to have someone taking care of you like a little kid, not to mention how neither of you have slept for more than half a hour at time. as you applied the rest and making sure all the sections were even, taichi stirred in his sleep with a cute yawn again
“i’m cool, right?” taichi mumbled, seemingly getting closer and closer to snoring. you held back a snicker, nodding your head as you kept going with the dye. for your first time, it wasn’t even that bad
“yes, of course. you’re the coolest boy at o high, taichi.” you reassured truthfully, to which taichi pouted like a kid, crossing his arms and leaning his head back. you made sure none of the dye dripped off before you started painting the bright red on again
“that’s not true... juza and tenma go to o high... they’re so popular, everyone loves them.” taichi added on sadly, but you knew he meant it and it wasn’t just fishing for compliments. wondering why a boy as amazing as taichi would have an inferiorty complex, you frowned and tried to focus on applying the dye
“well, i think you’re the coolest to me, then. after all, juza and tenma don’t have this cool red hair!” you almost ruffled his hair but stopped, knowing it’d mess up the part. taichi must’ve sensed you were about to do so, because he let out a loud, sudden laugh with a big smile
“hehe, you’re the coolest to me, too!” taichi trailed off into a low voice, about to fall asleep for good. you wrapped his head to make sure the hair stayed in place, satisfied with your hard work and dedication to your best friend’s appearance
“do you say that to everyone you meet?” you joked, but taichi just shook his head vigirously, entering sleepy puppy mode anyways
“no, just you, you know why~?”
“why?”
“‘cause... i like y...”
taichi snored, his head falling lower as he fell asleep for good. you didn’t even process it, deciding to take the seat next to him without checking the time
time to get some shut eye...
you slowly woke up, realizing that you were now laying your head on top of taichi’s. he was almost drooling on your shoulder, even breaths leaving his lips as he continued sleeping. you lifted your head to look around for the reason why you woke up, until you noticed the constant ringing of taichi’s phone on the sink counter
“puppy, wake up, it’s time to rinse our hair.” you pushed taichi off, automatically waking him up as he rapidly blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision as he yawned
“... has the sun always been up?”
you froze, staring at taichi’s casual expression before it morphed into shock, his wide eyes finding yours with urgency. don’t tell me...
you rushed off the chair, nearly hitting it to the ground as you grabbed taichi’s vibrating phone, looking at the screen. instead of a timer for rinsing, it was labeled for starting the school day
“taichi.” you said, slowly turning to see him staring back at you. the realization dawned upon both of you severely. “we have school in less than a hour.”
mankai bathrooms were always chaotic in the morning, especially with twenty (20) plus boys all sharing one space. yet, today might’ve been the worst day to use the bathroom yet
you and taichi immediately began cleaning up and rinsing your hair at the same time, losing your minds over the lack of time as you two knew both your hair could not be saved
“what if i’m not cool anymore?!”
“can we focus on going to school on time?”
(banri and juza were exchanging their usual harsh morning greetings to each other, walking side by side to the bathroom only to hear taichi’s pierching shriek and your immediate scream back. they shared a look before collectively going back to their room, not wanting to know. it was the first thing they agreed upon in a while)
taichi dashed out of the bathroom with half a hour to spare, quickly putting on his uniform on without noticing omi who stood by the door, holding onto taichi’s backpack with an amused glint to his eyes
when taichi finally found his o high dark green blazer and pants (his dress shirt buttons were mismatched, but that wasn’t important), he was about to run right past omi before omi put his arm out, stopping taichi from leaving
“forgetting something?” omi held out taichi’s backpack with a packed lunch, making taichi exhale with relief as he took it gratefully. “omi, you’re the best ever!”
omi instead shook his head and crossed his arms, gesturing towards the bathroom where you were still cleaning up the red mess
“no, they’re the best. make sure you tell them that.” omi scolded gently, ruffling taichi’s hair but suddenly narrowing his eyes, looking the teen up and down with a confused look
“huh...? didn’t you dye your hair, why isn’t it that red?”
“don’t remind me, omi!”
(fun fact: leaving hair dye on for longer than 45 minutes will in fact, make the color much darker than intended)
(also... dry hair...)
you luckily brought your uniform, thinking the big emergency would require a sleepover. you stepped out of the bathroom and apologized to the bewildered and incredulous line that formed outside, rushing off to find taichi shoving a piece of bread in his mouth
“here! catch!” you assumed taichi tried to say, because his words were muffled as he threw you something from the kitchen. you caught it with ease, putting it in your pocket as you and taichi said goodbye to everyone in the dorms
you two didn’t even bother addressing why taichi’s hair was many shades darker and why yours was red as well. you two just left and prayed to whoever was listening you’d make it to school on time... or else
half way through making it out the door, you and taichi finally caught each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, nearly falling onto each other in the middle of the sidewalk like a bunch of weirdos
“yo! look at our hair!” taichi spluttered out, reaching up to touch your now red hair. you wheezed, trying to not cry from the sheer audacity of the strange situation at hand
“dude, look at your hair! it’s even darker!” you laughed and even though his bright red hair was apart of his identity, taichi couldn’t stop laughing just because he went through it with you
“am i still cool?”
“definitely, even cooler now, i think.”
the laughter died down and taichi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grinning like there was no tomorrow
“you’re the best. i’m so lucky to have you.”
you suddenly remembered something you didn’t respond to just mere hours ago, and figured it was better late than never
“i like you, too.”
when taichi overcame his visible shock and multiple “are you serious?! don’t play with my feelings like that!” and figuring out you were being honest, he slipped his hand into yours with a visible jump to his step as you two walked to school
even if he wore gloves, his hands were still somewhat stained red from the hair dye that started it all
summary: no one likes a dead boy, especially not you
dedication: trans anon ♂ — i listened to this song and thought of you!
warnings: angst, death, gender roles, ghosts, hate crimes, heartbreak, identity–based discrimination, jealousy/envy, mentions of violence, murder, paranormal/supernatural, spiders
author’s note: in the spirit of halloween month, please accept this scarily haunting song fic of “friendly neighborhood poltergeist”! enjoy~ ☆★ i haven’t written for yuki in so long so i’m so happy! :D i hope you like it as much as i do~ happy october!!
MY “I LOVE YOU’s” IN YOUR ALPHABET SOUP SEEM TO GO TO WASTE
BEEN KEEPING MYSELF AT BAY
NOW EVERYTHING’S GONE PEAR–SHAPED
Yuki remembered the day he was murdered.
It was Halloween 1987. Boys weren’t supposed to wear girly costumes, he knew that very well. Yet, when Yuki put on that dress instead of his normal uniform for boys only, he felt like himself for the first time in his entire life. It was nearing his high school graduation, he would’ve had another year or so until becoming one of St. Flora’s distinguished alumni. before he was killed behind the school building.
When Yuki died, he came back to see none of those boys were ever arrested. His murderers walked free and lived the life he didn’t, all because he wore a dress. Yuki now haunted this world in the very outfit he was dragged to hell in, the fragile fabric still ripped at the hem and stained by the very dirt students still crossed to this day. Forgotten in his small town and buried six feet under, Rurikawa Yuki became a ghost forever.
Why was he still here? There was nothing to live for, it’s not like he could’ve been resurrected back to life. Yuki wanted to move on, instead of walking the halls of the school that hated him. How could he keep staring in the face of teachers who never liked his bow instead of the usual tie? Why was he forced to watch generations of students graduate when he was removed of that opportunity? Yuki was eternally seventeen, forever and always.
All because he wore a dress.
Yuki haunted St. Flora for decades, just for revenge on all of those who let him die, even if it wasn’t their fault. Yuki was dead—until, you.
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: faint
𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: minagi tsuzuru/reader
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw
𝐰𝐜: 973 words
𝐚𝐧: //tw: description of fainting. there are different descriptions for fainting, but i based this on my own experiences due to anemia or overexhaustion. while it’s nothing excessive, i put a trigger warning just in case for the first 200 words- i don’t want anyone to be uncomfy. don’t worry, it’ll be fluffy after that portion.
Lidded eyes took one last skim through the finished script, a small sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips as he as the papers slowly slipped from his fingertips and onto the desk. Normally, he’d rush to give his latest creation to the director before falling asleep, but he found it too difficult of an action at the moment.
Happy Birthday! Well, I supposed your birthday is minutes away from ending. Though I tried as hard as I could, it seems that I and the [8 wallpapers, alt sizes under the cut] that I have made aren’t enough to make you come home to me… again. Still, I have arrived to a bittersweet acceptance. My only wish now is that my feelings managed to reach you.
A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.
Tsumugi ↦ This Flower Means…
Tsumugi arranges a specially made bouquet just for Izumi.
Each flower holds a specific meaning, and Tsumugi hopes that he’ll be able to convey his feelings to her through this.
warnings: pining. one sided attraction. second-hand embarrassment.
「 read here on ao3 」 「 1.6k words 」 TK. IT. SK. OM.
Tsumugi didn’t use words to confess to Izumi, no. He used a pretty bouquet of flowers, of course. As MANKAI’s gardener, it wasn’t surprising he’d use blossoms to share his affections with Izumi.
Quietly, he watches as Izumi sat down on the bench in the courtyard with a book in her hands, the autumn breeze filtering through her wavy hair.
It was a mesmerizing sight, in fact, so mesmerizing that it made Tsumugi pause his movements in rearranging the bouquet he was planning on giving her.
A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.
Omi ↦ I Was Gentle!
It was that damn smile of hers that was so hard to resist.
Omi will think about the repercussions later.
warnings: pining. kissing.
「 read here on ao3 」 「 1.2k words 」 TK. IT. TSM. SK.
It was through a kiss.
Izumi had just laughed so sweetly at one of the things he said in passing while they were cooking together in the kitchen, and the sight made his breath catch in his throat.
Her eyes were closed, brows furrowed, but the smile on her face rivalled the sun as she laughed. She laughed so hard to the point of crystalline tears forming in her eyes, soft hands gripping onto Omi’s arm for support as her knees felt weak.
A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.
Sakyo ↦ My Childhood Sweetheart
Reminiscing can be really fun.
But past and present feelings resurface, and someone’s on the verge of breaking.
warnings: pining.
「 read here on ao3 」 「 2k words 」 TK. IT. TSM. OM.
He… really couldn’t bring himself to get mad at Izumi.
Sure, there are times where she is overbearing and very stress inducing, but Sakyo just can’t bear the thought of genuinely getting mad at her.
Yes, he raises his voice at her, yes, he glares at her, yes, he manhandles her, but.. Izumi takes every single jab in stride as if every action he took to push her away had gone unnoticed.
It was impressive, but it made Sakyo helpless and put him at her mercy to the ridiculous whims she concocted in that pretty little head of hers.
for banri's birthday: sakuya mentions in his jp bday greeting that he and the other leaders are gonna surprise banri at their leader's meeting tonight, so may i request a drabble on how they surprise the bday boy :0 ✨💫
...𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!
“Oh! You’re here early.” Sakuya chided happily, slamming the door to the practice room closed behind him before Banri could enter.
The Autumn Leader smiled crookedly and slipped his phone out from his pocket to check the time. “I was told not to be late. Thought I oughta come early this time ‘round.”
Sakuya nodded enthusiastically as always, but there was a hint of anxiety hidden behind his eyes. Being too observant for his own good, Banri noticed this, and took a glance at the door of the practice room.
“Did something happen? Why aren’t you going inside?”
The shorter teen pressed his lips into a thin line and covered the doorknob with his body, cooly crossing his arms over his chest to feign nonchalance.
“Just thought we could have a chat before going inside. The night breeze is always nice to stand in, don’t you think?”
The lame excuse wasn’t lost on Banri and it made the taller boy scoff. As much as Sakuya was a great actor on stage, he sucked at it outside of the theatre.
Pushing him away despite the flustered plead for Banri not to go inside just yet, the Autumn Leader shoved the door open with hurried actions; curious as to know if something really was happening. What if Tenma lit something on fire?
What Banri didn’t expect to see was a bunch of balloons flooding the ceiling, with a small table set with desserts and finger foods. There were streamers hanging from the wall mirrors and Tsumugi and Tenma were in the middle of discussing where to place a birthday cake when Banri had made his entrance.
The two other leaders whipped their heads in his direction looking like a pair of deer in headlights.
“Oh, I see.” Banri mused, turning his head back to look at a flustered Sakuya.
“Yeah! So, uh. Still wanna have that chat outside?” The redhead smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while Banri looked between him and the other two leaders who were still frozen in their spots.
There was a sigh. Although Banri didn’t look all too surprised, he was still pleased to have the other leaders come together and celebrate his birthday with him.
He wouldn’t admit that though.
With a cool nod in Tenma and Tsumugi’s direction, Banri agreed to Sakuya’s offer and slowly closed the door to let the pair finish doing what they were doing.
HELLO MY RIVAL AND HISOKA KINNIE ILY!!!! 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 anyway im here to rquest for banri’s bday………. may i pwease request banri and masumi chillin and sharing earbuds…….. u know just sharin music with the homies……….. love u mwuah 🌟 🌟
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞
Masumi looked at Banri glumly. They were on their way home from school and the ride was long as always.
Being the tired one all the time, Masumi was close to falling asleep, eyelids drooping every now and then before he would snap himself awake by sitting straighter in his seat.
There was this thing he wanted to do with Banri today, and it sat at the back of his mind all throughout the day.
🌟 For Banri's bday event: Yuki taking Banri shopping and actually gifting this boy some decent outfits because lord he needs them 😔 thank you very much!
𝐞-𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
“Oh. You look so much better already.” Yuki spoke in his usual monotone voice when Banri emerged from the changing room.
He handed Banri a bunch of clothes, but they were all in a similar style. Loose fitting, barely buttoned up shirts that either had different coloured stripes.
Personally, Yuki didn’t really like the loose shirts and opted to get him a tighter fitting one. It was a great call on his part because it accentuated the broad width of his shoulders and the open space that showed his chest gave Banri more charm.
“I’m relieved we don’t have to keep your leopard print anymore.”
Yuki’s eyes locked on the pants Banri wore and they weren’t too bad either. Fitted black pants rolled up at the ankles to expose whatever socks Banri chose to wore today.
He wasn’t at all surprised to see the purple leopard socks.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with my own fashion sense,” Banri complained, turning away from Yuki to look at himself in the mirror. “you guys say it sucks, but I think it’s just fine.”
Banri whistled at the mirror despite his previous statement though and started to check himself out in the mirror, admiring how cinched his waist looked in the fitted shirt he was wearing.
“Damn. I look hot.”
“Yeah.” Yuki agreed half-heartedly with a roll of his eyes and looked at the jewelry he chose for Banri to put on for later. Just a simple chain necklace with a couple of sterling rings to add more pop to the trendy outfit.
After a few more seconds of Banri admiring himself, Yuki sighed and shifted the weight he put on his feet.
“If you’re done, get changed. I’m buying you this outfit.”
“Really? Awesome. Thanks, Yuki.” Banri whipped his head back in surprise, already unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the changing room again.
“I think this is gonna be my new style from now on.”
For Banri's bday can we have his s/o and autumn troupe throwing him a surprise bday party and like s/o was worried bc they couldn't find the perfect gift yet he's just happy he has so many people that love him? Thank you so much and if its too much you can ignore it❤❤❤ 🌟
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
What a pleasant surprise to walk in on.
You had texted Banri that you were waiting for him in the practice room and urged him to hurry, saying that your present for him couldn’t wait any longer.
And really, how could he deny you when you say it like that?
Although it wasn’t what he expected to see, Banri was pretty happy to see all of his troupe members throw confetti in the air when he arrived, you especially throwing an unravelled streamer at him.
“Surprise!” You and Taichi had shouted the loudest, the redhead whooping loudly with joy as you all stood behind a table full of food and pastries.
“Happy birthday, Banri!” You bounced happily, clapping your hands as Sakyo moved out of your way to let you run around the table to get to your boyfriend, smile bright as you bounded into his chest.
“Do you like it?” You asked curiously after taking in a quick whiff of his freshly showered skin, looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes. “I tried so hard to find the perfect gift for you, but in the end I couldn’t find anything.”
Your pout was adorable. Banri couldn’t resist to give your cheek a kiss.
“I like it a lot actually. Does it not show on my face?”
You scrutinized his expression and shook your head.
“Not really.. do you feel something in here though?” You prodded and rested your hands over where his heart should be. His heartbeat was going at a normal pace, but when Banri took a second look at his troupe standing there with presents and gentle smiles on their faces, it felt like it was going to swell up and explode.
“Um.. I guess so.” He murmured softly, looking at you with a bashful smile.
He took your hands in one of his and gave them a squeeze. He was feeling warm; knowing that you managed to get his troupe to join you in celebrating his birthday made him happy.
He was really glad to have you join his family.
“All I wanted today was you, but I guess this is good too.” He whispered into your ear playfully, bellowing out a joyful laugh when you pushed him away, pretending to gag.
BANRI IS MY BOY, may I request his crush and him eating birthday cake and then his crush puts frosting on his face 😆? 🌟
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?
He liked you.
If he didn’t, well, you wouldn’t be sitting beside him on the bleachers while eating cake.
But dear, do you test him sometimes.
You both were happily eating the birthday cake you had made at home until you smeared some of the frosting on his cheek, the smile on your face telling Banri that you didn’t regret your actions at all.
“Oi.” He muttered lowly with a lazy smirk. “You tryin’ to pick a fight with me?”
The playful sparkle in his eye made you grin and you shook your head, scooping another piece of cake into your mouth. No, no, you were just trying to have fun if anything.
“Hm? I think you are.” He ignored your silent answer and swiped the frosting from his face with a finger, eagerly reaching out for payback.
You shouted in surprise, scooting away from him as fast as you could to avoid his finger that was near to swiping at your cheek.
“Banri, no!” Your whine was noisy as you tried to force his hands away from your face, but to no avail. He got you.
The frosting was wiped along your cheek nearing your nose, and you could see it in your periphery.
“Oh, you look pretty cute.” He crooned obnoxiously, framing your face in his palms when he got you where he wanted you.
“I’m gonna kill you.” You snapped playfully to which Banri rolled his eyes and kissed you on the cheek and then your mouth (just to keep you from yapping again).
Banri goes to school (for once) and Sakuya & Masumi surprise him with a B-day cupcake at lunchtime!! 💫😊
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤
It was a surprise for everyone who knew Banri to see him at school of all days. He skipped. A lot. So seeing him cruising down the hallways on his birthday was a rare sight in itself.
But no matter. Sakuya and Masumi were quite excited to have him at school. In fact, they were the reason he was at school in the first place.
Izumi had threatened to take away his phone and game devices if she ever found out that he didn’t attend classes today so he really had no choice but to obey.
Sakuya and Masumi very lovingly hugged her that morning when Banri disappeared into his room grumbling.
“Finally.” Banri groaned once the bell for lunch rang.
At this time, Banri would go to the rooftop to take a nap or something, but Izumi had handed him a large lunchbox to take to school and told him to share it with the other two.
Banri didn’t complain, but he was just a little huffy at all of the demands coming from the director.
Trudging towards the classroom that he knew Sakuya and Masumi would be sitting in, Banri lugged around the huge lunchbox he was given while the other students around him wondered who had convinced him to come to school.
There were few students in the room he entered, and Sakuya’s trademark hair colour immediately caught his attention.
Sakuya was hovering over something while Masumi was staring at the doorway Banri entered through, and when the younger student saw, knocked on Sakuya’s arm to catch his attention.
Turning his head, Sakuya smiled brightly and quickly slid to the side to showcase the mighty fine cupcake they had managed to bring to school without destroying.
“Happy birthday, Banri-kun!” Sakuya cheered while Masumi clapped lazily.
With a surprised, but happy expression, Banri put down the lunchbox beside the cupcake that had an unlit candle in the centre (lighters aren’t allowed) and began to unpack their lunches.
The trio was quite pleased to see that Izumi had packed a whole birthday feast for Banri.
I FINALLY FINISHED IT AGAIN. Thank you all for being patient with me because I really liked these headcanons and Tumblr just decided to delete them all <3
WARNING: rookie Chikage Utsuki will be included! (this means spoilers for Act 5 are present throughout).
It’s canon that Sakuya works with Misumi, but I have no clue as to what their jobs are. Let’s safely assume that Sakuya works at a cafe! His bright disposition and cheerful smile is bound to put a smile on customer’s face, but he’s a little clumsy when it comes to making drinks so his co-workers always tell him to stick to the cash register. It suits him anyways, being able to talk to different people of different walks of life. He mostly works in the mornings, only after he manages to get Masumi to school on time. He is a customer favourite no doubt, and he brings in a lot of tips for all of the workers to share! Many of the children that come by love him, and especially teachers who are running late to work deem him the sunshine in their life.
Masumi would work at a music shop. Not to be obvious or anything, but music is possibly one of the only constants in his life and he grew a deep bond with it while staying alone at home for most of his life. So when he manages to get a job at shop in inside Veludo Mall, he’s ecstatic. Although he gets to spend less time in the dorm (which means less time with the Director), Masumi absolutely loves perusing the endless aisles of music cds, vinyl records, posters, and so much more. He’s also very diligent at his job, organizing things perfectly and on time and even helping out customers even though he doesn’t really want to. His coworkers grow so fond of him to the point that they let him listen to his own music while doing his job, headphones on while he reorganizes things on the shelves.
I don’t really know what part-time job Citron would have, but I know he hangs around the Veludo markets a lot. He’s there all the time, helping out the lovely ladies at their food stalls by actively advertising their products of the day and even charming young couples into buying some trinkets at another stall. His charm is very effective, smile so dazzling and eyes so hypnotizing that you can’t help but follow him towards a stall where they’re selling handmade mochi or fresh produce. This is all volunteering though, Citron doesn’t get paid with money. What he does get paid with is lots of hugs and groceries to bring home to the dorm– much to the delight of Izumi and Omi! Citron’s so popular at the markets that he receives a greeting from every single stall while he passes by. And he never leaves empty handed!
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