As a very very late Valentine's treat while I lay snug in my bed, here's some various Chai headcanons, basic and in a relationship.
GENERAL
ADHD and dyslexia, this boy did NOT do well in school at any point in his life. He was the kind of kid in class who would get the teacher going on a tangent so they'd forget you had an essay to turn in.
Class clown that everybody liked, but nobody was actually friends with. Everyone looks back in their high school yearbook and remembers some silly stunt Chai pulled, but he never really had his own circle of friends.
Listens to classic and modern rock, punk, thrash metal, hip hop, new wave, and techno. He likes a lot of kinds of music, but his favorite is always something he can bop his head along to, something with an infectious rhythm.
Never blow-drys his hair after getting out of the shower; He prefers to drip-dry.
His biggest intangible fear is being abandoned, especially by the people he cares most about. His biggest tangible fear is dolphins. ("They're so aggressive! And what for? Way too smart and way too mean. Did you know they punt sharks into the air for fun?")
Likes spicy food, but has absolutely no tolerance for it. He'll be beet red, hunched over the table, sweat dripping down his face over a mildly-spicy curry. He's got a bit of a sweet tooth too, he just loves to snack in general.
RELATIONSHIP
Chai's type is someone who he can joke around and have fun with, but also helps keep him grounded when it's important. He loves to have a partner who he can goof off with, but he needs them to have a solid head on their shoulders too, to know when to reel him in a bit. And, of course, you've gotta be able to talk music with him.
Once he realizes he has a crush he becomes a complete and utter mess, barely able to string a sentence together around the person he likes. It's painfully obvious to everyone, including himself, but something about just being around them turns his brain into complete mush. It doesn't help that he's pale and blushes very easily.
Once he's in a relationship though, it's straight back to goofball mode. Chai's a super fun, goofy, go-with-the-flow boyfriend who loves to make you smile and laugh, even if it's at his own expense. Of course, he'd much prefer if you saw him acting cool, but he'll take what he can get.
Simultaneously the most forgetful and the most sweet partner. He's terrible remembering dates and times and important events, but he always remembers your favorite song or your preferred take-out order without ever having to ask.
He loves to learn the songs you like on guitar just to impress you, even if they're really difficult. He's still in the early learning phase so nothing with super complicated fingering or riffs, but he'll buckle down and drill the chord progression of your favorite love song into his own head just to woo you with it later.
Total cuddlebug, Chai's personal space is your personal space and (as long as you're okay with it) your personal space is his. His favorite thing to do with you is a game he calls "Going Boneless" where he drapes himself over you and goes completely limp, often times dragging you straight to the ground with him in a messy heap. He has no problems weaseling right up into your space or you weaseling into his, cramming himself into a recliner with you or letting you tuck your head right under his arm while he's practicing.
I wasn’t joking about getting really into Hi-Fi Rush, especially Chai. <3 I haven’t found any Chai/Reader fics yet, so I wanna thank y’all for joining me as I wander into this brave new frontier! And as I said in my friend’s Hi-Fi Rush stream, “the world gave me two silly failboys with a robot arm at once and im gonna dual wield them like samurai swords”
1,800+ Words
GN! Reader, Barista Reader, puns, pining Chai (I totally see him as the type to be so pathetic with a crush, but as soon as he knows you like him back he goes back to full cockiness)
“Alright, mission report. Just picking up a coffee, no big deal. Order something simple, yet masculine. Something that screams ‘confidence.’ Make some small talk, throw in a wink, end with something open to meeting again, nothing too final. 'See you next time?’ No, no, way too forward. 'Catch ya later?’ Ooh, now we’re talking. Just the right mix of laid-back and friendly. You got this, big man. You totally got this!”
“Chai, what the hell are you doing?”
If Chai let out a very uncool yelp at Peppermint getting the jump on him like that, at least she had the decency to do it before he was within earshot of you. He wheeled around, stumbling into her and shoving her back around the building corner he was peeking around as he watched you work.
“Peppermint! Heyyy… What are, uh, what are you doin’ here?”
She cocked a single, dark eyebrow in his direction. “Uhh, getting a coffee? That’s what the cafe is for, isn’t it?”
“Pshh, yeah, totally. Totally… Coffee.”
Truth be told Chai wasn’t even that big of a coffee fan. If you slapped a hot coffee and a tall can of a chilled energy drink on the table in front of him he’d definitely choose the sugary-sweet brainrush over the bitter bean water. But he wasn’t lurking awkwardly around the courtyard outside the Vandelay campus cafe for coffee. He was doing it for you.
In which you challenge Ace Trappola to a friendly bet, having no idea that it would end up like it did.
original request: DP3 “I feel like this was supposed to be the other way around,” CON14 night swim, CON20: winning/losing a bet, LI Ace
sfw, ace x gn!reader, 3.5k, fluff, friends to lovers
cw: partial nudity (non-sexual), strong language (let mc say fuck!!)
This could technically be seen as another branch from my ‘Outsmarting’ series, but this was actually an anonymous request for my 500 followers event, so it was more out of coincidence than anything. Still, it has very similar energy, and the same sassy, stubborn reader that I’ve been writing.
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Ace really should’ve known better than to challenge you to a battle of wits.
It had started off innocently enough, with Ace bragging over lunch about how he was a pro riddle-solver in middle school. Apparently, the boy and his clever mind had quite the reputation for being able to solve anything thrown at him. And you—being the problem-causer you were—took that as a challenge.
“Liar.” The teasing word rolled off your tongue like it was as natural as breathing. “There’s no way you’re that smart.”
He puffed out his chest in defense. “Am too! Right here, right now, I’ll solve any riddle you throw at me.”
“Wow, want to challenge the Housewarden for another duel already?”
He glared at you. “You know what I mean.”
Grim and Deuce had long gone quiet, sipping their milk and curious to see where this was going. You smirked at Ace, leaning forward with your chin resting on your hands.
“Those are some bold words coming from you, Acey,” you mused. “You sure you can back them up?”
“Damn right.” He crossed his arms. “There’s no puzzle or riddle I can’t solve. Wanna bet?”
You quirked your eyebrow. This was starting to get interesting. “A bet? Sure, I’m game. Are you?”
“One-hundred percent.” He stared at you, steeled in his decision. “I can solve anything your dumb ass could give me.”
Your eyes narrowed. You’d been contemplating going easy on him, but he’d just blown any of his chances of mercy with that snarky comment. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you three days to solve my riddle. If you don't, by the time it is up…” You grinned evilly. “You’re gonna have to skinny dip in the lake at midnight.”
Deuce spit out his milk. “MC, it’s the middle of winter, it’ll be freezing.”
You smirked. “That’s the point.”
“Three days? You’ll be lucky if I don’t figure it out in five minutes,” Ace snorted. “But sure, I’ll agree. And if I do solve it before the time is up—which I definitely will—it’s gonna be you freezing your ass off in the lake.”
“Deal,” you replied, sticking out your hand. He took it, grip firm and determined.
“So?” Ace said, pulling away to recline with his hands behind his head. “Whatcha’ waiting for? Hit me with your best shot.”
“Gladly.” You took a deep breath. “This is my riddle; ‘On a farm, there are twenty-six sheep. Two died, and eighteen were left. How is it possible?’”
Ace took a moment to think about it, then scoffed. “That’s easy. The two that died were pregnant.”
“Nope,” you said. “All twenty-six sheep were full adults.”
Ace frowned, opening up his mouth to say something, then closing it again. He furrowed his brows, thinking about it a bit more. “...Did six of them escape, or something?”
The corners of your mouth tilted up. You were really starting to enjoy this. “Wrong again. The only thing that happened to them is the two dying. No other circumstances.”
Ace was beginning to look increasingly frustrated, and you had to hold back a snicker.
“...I’ll give it to you, that one’s good,” Ace said. “But I have three whole days to figure it out. You don’t stand a chance.”
It was your turn to lean back, hands behind your head. “We’ll see about that.”
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By the end of the day, Ace still hadn’t gotten back to you on the riddle. When you checked your phone the following morning, still, no dice.
You sauntered into class with a bounce in your step before skipping over to perch on Ace’s desk. “So? Any guesses, Mr Lord-of-Riddles?”
“Oh, it’s done,” Ace chirped, confident. “Solved it last night. I just wanted to see your defeat in real time.”
You tilted your head, taunting. “Really, now? What are you waiting for?”
“The two in the riddle died of natural causes,” Ace stated, smiling victoriously. “But six others were slaughtered and sold to market.”
You pulled a face of shock, which made Ace’s grin widen, before morphing it into a smirk of your own. “Incorrect.”
“What?” Ace spluttered. “There’s no way, it can’t be anything else.”
“Too bad for you, because it’s still wrong,” you sang, hopping off his desk before class started.
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By the second day, Ace still hadn’t figured it out. That morning he barely spoke to you, muttering under his breath and furiously scribbling things down on a piece of notebook paper, before crossing them all out again.
“You still haven’t figured it out, Ace?” Deuce inquired over lunch.
“Can it, juice box,” Ace grumbled, shoving another piece of broccoli in his mouth. “As if you could do any better.”
Deuce shrugged. “You’re right. But I never claimed to be smart.”
“I am smart!”
You made a mocking pouty face at him from across the table. “Aww, is wittle Acey-wacey having some twouble?”
He flung a chunk of steamed carrot at your face, which you dodged just in time. Grim was cackling up a storm at the scene.
“Sure you don’t want to call it off, Ace?” You poked. “We can nullify the bet if you just admit you can’t solve it. I won’t even make you jump into the lake.”
Ace glared at you, just as you’d expected him to. “No way.”
You shrugged. “Suit yourself.” There was no way Ace’s pride would allow him to tuck his tail and admit defeat, and you knew as much. But you still wanted to offer him an out, if anything to clear your conscience that you weren’t forcing him into something he didn’t bring upon himself. At least, that’s what you told yourself; you really just loved to see him squirm.
After lunch, Ace had been non-stop blowing up your phone with wild, outrageous guesses in an attempt to solve your riddle. It ranged from alien sheep abduction to the sheep being a metaphor for a left-leaning political party, but all to no avail. The most difficult part for you was coming up with new and creative ways to say ‘no’ every time Ace made a guess. You had to keep him on his toes, after all.
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“Alright, listen up.” Ace slammed his hands on your desk the morning of the third day. “I have a proposition for you.”
You chuckled. “Ready to throw the towel in?”
“Far from it.” Ace’s face was stone cold, totally determined. “I was thinking, would it really be a battle of wits if we weren’t on an even playing field? So, because of that, I have a riddle for you. If neither of us solve the riddles by tonight when the time’s up, the bet’s off. Everything else is the same as it was, so if I solve the riddle—which I will!—you still gotta pay your dues, and vice versa.”
“‘Even playing field’?,” you hummed. “You get three days and I get, what, seven hours? That’s hardly fair. This really only adds a disadvantage to me.”
Ace pretended to not hear you. “What, scared you won’t be able to solve it?”
You narrowed your eyes. He was baiting you; that much was obvious. But, being as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t exactly say no. “How about this; if neither of us solve our riddles, or if both of us solve them, then sure, the bet’s off, no one has to jump in the lake. But the stakes still need to be raised.” A wicked grin spread across your face. “Here are the terms; if you don’t solve your riddle by the end of the day but I do, not only do you have to jump in the lake, but I get to take a video and post it to Magicam.”
Ace paled, obviously not expecting your counter-offer. You looked at your nails nonchalantly.
“We could always stick to the original plan, of course-”
“I’ll take it,” Ace interrupted, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You felt a rush of evil glee run up your spine, and you briefly saw the appeal that Azul saw in scamming others for everything they were worth. You shook his hand with no hesitation; you knew he wasn’t going to solve the riddle, especially if he’d spent this much time with it. So if you couldn’t solve yours, the worst that would happen is Ace’s pride gets spared, and you don’t have to deal with a freezing, sopping-wet Ace in the middle of the night. However, if you were able to solve it… Ace was in for the time of his life.
“Alright, let’s hear it, wise guy,” you said. He smirked.
“I’m gonna warn you, it’s not easy,” he said. “Probably harder than yours. So you can’t take it back and ask for another riddle.”
You shrugged; the riddle itself hardly mattered, you’d already won the bet one way or another. “Fine by me. Now stop stalling and give it to me—the clock is ticking.”
“Fine, fine.” Ace cleared his throat. “You’re stuck in a room with no windows, doors or any opening. The only thing you have with you is a mirror and a table. How do you escape?”
You pursed your lips, starting to run through various scenarios in your head. “I’ll give it to you, Trappola, that one’s not half bad.”
“Told you.” He grinned in pride. “Tonight, midnight at the lake. We’ll see who the winner is then.”
“You’d better pack a towel or two.”
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Despite wearing two layers of sweaters, you still shivered, breath puffing out in little white clouds against the frigid night air. You checked your phone impatiently—it was 12:08 AM, and still, no sign of Ace.
“There you are!” Speak of the devil. “Thought you might’ve chickened out.”
You snorted. “As if. Hope you brought a warm towel.”
“Won’t need it!” He sang. “Well, let’s get on with it. It’s cold as shit out here.”
You looked at him, expectant. “So? What’s the answer to my riddle?”
“Didn’t solve it,” he said. “Because there is no answer. You made up the whole thing, just to mess with me. There’s no possible solution.”
“Oh, I beg to differ,” you said, which made his face fall a bit. “There definitely is an answer, and I’ll tell you it. After I tell you the answer to your riddle.”
Ace stumbled over his words. “Fine, then. I know you didn’t solve it. The bet’s off.”
“You’re stuck in a room with no windows or doors, and the only thing you have with you is a mirror and a table,” you recited. “To escape, you look in the mirror, you see what you saw, you saw the table in half, and two halves make a ‘hole’.”
Ace went white as a sheet, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “How did you…?”
“As for the other one, my dear Ace,” you continued, grinning ear to ear. “The truth is, you lost before you even began. Tell me, how many sheep were there?”
“Twenty-six,” he replied automatically, having run the number thousands of times over in his head.
You clicked your tongue. “Ah, but there weren’t twenty-six sheep. There were only twenty.”
“W-what? That’s not what you said!” Ace exclaimed. “You lied!”
“I didn’t lie,” you said. “I told you at the very beginning; ‘On a farm, there were twenty. Sick. Sheep.” You made sure to enunciate each of your words, spacing them out so he could see his fatal mistake. “Two died out of the twenty that were sick, so naturally, eighteen were left.”
Ace went from pale white to red-hot with anger, practically tearing his hair out. “Why you…!”
You tossed him the towel you’d packed and he snatched it out of the air, eyes blazing.
You waved him on. “Hurry up. It’s getting cold out here, after all,” you teased.
He muttered curses underneath his breath as he tore off his hoodie, and began lifting up his shirt before freezing, looking at you. “Turn around!”
“What?” You asked. “I’m gonna be seeing you either way, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen you in your tightie whities-”
“Shut up,” he hissed, looking away with a face as red as a tomato, and not just from the cold. “Just turn around.”
You put your hands up in defeat, not wanting to argue further. His ego had taken enough hits as it was.
He gave you permission to turn around once he was stripped of all clothing items, save his briefs (the first day, you’d decided to change the punishment to jumping in the lake with your underwear, instead of fully-fledged skinny dipping). He was shivering already, hugging his skinny arms to his body and breath puffing up in the cold.
“What are you waiting for?” He growled. “Get out your phone.”
You pulled your phone from your pocket. “By the way, I’m not actually planning on posting the video to Magicam,” you said. “I’m not heartless.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Ace mumbled. Not wasting another second, Ace stiffened up his body and took a deep breath in preparation, and you hit the little red recording button. With the stride of an Olympic track runner, he leapt into the lake, arms and legs flailing as he made a loud splash in the water. Immediately after, his head surfaced with a yelp at the shocking cold. You’d noticed the little heart around his eye was dripping and smudging off. His teeth were chattering already, and as he treaded water, he wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to conserve what little body heat he had.
“H-h-happy?” He stuttered, teeth chattering violently. You cackled, the sound echoing in the empty outdoor chambers of the night. You decided to have mercy on the boy and hit stop on your recording, tossing your phone behind you and waltzing up to the water’s edge.
“Very,” you hummed, still snickering.
“Y’know, I r-r-really thought this was g-g-gonna be the other way a-a-around,” he chattered, making you laugh even harder. He swam up closer to the shoreline, and you could see the goosebumps poking out from his pale skin. It almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.
He looked up at you, defeat in his eyes, holding out a trembling hand. “Alright, laugh’s over. C-could you help me out?”
You should’ve seen it coming, you really should’ve. But you were still high off of your victory and giggling over Ace’s condition, you didn’t hesitate to take his hand to lift him from the water. It wasn’t until he was yanking you into the freezing lake headfirst that you’d realized your fatal mistake.
“Ace, what the fuck?!” God, the water was even worse than you’d imagined. It was so cold it stung, and it made your entire body go into panic-mode. He grinned wide at you, chattering teeth and all.
“R-revenge is s-s-sweet,” he crooned. You growled at him, trying to tread water while keeping yourself as warm as possible at the same time. You were still wearing your two layers of sweaters, and they were beginning to tug you downwards as they soaked up the weight of the water.
“Jeez, you d-didn’t even let me t-t-take off my sweater…,” you mumbled, beginning to sink even more. “It’s weighing me down.”
“I’ve gotcha.” Ace paddled towards you, wrapped an arm around your waist and hefted you upwards with ease. You sighed, feeling the weight of your sopping clothes lightened. You really didn’t register how close Ace was until you felt his hot breath on your ear.
“You’re r-really warm,” he whispered. You gave him a puzzled look and was met with his eyes staring deep into yours, almost as if he was in a daze. He pulled you closer, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of his strong arm holding you against his bare body. He began to lean in, closing his eyes and parting his lips ever so slightly-
“Ok-kay, it’s really starting to g-get cold.” You pushed away from him, swimming hastily to the shore and pulling yourself up from the frigid, murky water. He definitely was not about to kiss you, absolutely not. He was just caught in the heat of the moment. Yeah, that’s it; he just wanted to fake you out for another laugh.
When you stood up, you were more than dripping, and you began to ring out your soaked sweaters. Ace remained in the water, looking almost disappointed and a little hurt before he followed you, exhaling a shaky breath as his wet skin came into contact with the freezing night air.
“You’re l-lucky I brought t-two towels,” you chattered, tossing one in his direction before taking care of yourself, stripping your heavy sweaters off of your frozen body. Ace gave a sound of protest when you stripped down to your underwear.
“Wh-what are you doing that for?!” He cried, face bright red as he stared at you.
“If I k-keep them on, I’m gonna get hypothermia, d-dumbass,” you replied, tucking your drippy clothes into your poor canvas bag before wrapping the thin towel around yourself as tightly as you could manage.
“Oh. R-right.” Ace… he still looked kind of hurt, and he hadn’t even begun to dry himself off yet, just standing there like a puppy after a bath. You sighed and approached him, snatching his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders yourself. You reached up with a toweled hand to tousle and dry his hair as best as you could, and once again, you realized just how close the two of you were. You felt his breath catch as he just stared at you, wide-eyed like a deer caught in the headlights.
Oh, fuck it. You only live once.
You closed your eyes and tugged him forward—albeit a bit harshly—and smashed your lips together, teeth clanking unceremoniously and your mouths still shivering and blue. By no means was it a pretty kiss. Hell, it probably didn’t even feel great. And yet, when you pulled away, Ace was looking at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.
Heat creeped up your neck (which, in all honesty, you were a bit grateful for) and you pulled away, muttering about how you needed to pack up before the two of you caught pneumonia. You had stood up with your sopping-wet bag when a piece of dry cloth smacked into your face. You pulled it away and realized it was a shirt, and when you looked at ace, you realized he was shirtless. He met your gaze for a split second, then looked away, self-consciously rubbing the back of his head.
“S’only fair,” he mumbled. “You didn’t bring a change of clothes, so…,” he trailed off.
“Yeah. Thanks.” You paused, and then began your trek back to Ramshackle dorm. For a solid minute, you and Ace were walking in a painfully awkward silence.
“Can I stay over for the night?” Ace asked, breaking the silence with a voice that was uncharacteristically soft. “Ramshackle’s a lot closer than Heartslabyul, and I don’t know if I want to deal with Riddle’s interrogating tonight.”
“Yeah. Sure. Of course,” you replied, your throat strained. Really, it was no big deal; Ace had stayed the night with you countless times before, and once more was hardly a drop in the ocean. But for some reason, tonight, his question held a certain weight to it that you hadn’t felt before.
The rest of your walk was silent. The two of you continued to not utter a word as you crept into the dorm, rushing as quickly and quietly as possible to the bathroom to get changed and freshened up. It wasn’t until you both were freshly showered with a clean change of warm, dry clothes that either one of you spoke.
“Hey.” He stood leaning against the doorframe to the guest bedroom to bid your customary good-nights to each other. But this time, he was fidgety, and couldn’t keep his eyes on any one spot. You looked at him, patient. He swallowed. “I-I have to ask, because , y’know, it’ll keep me up at night if I don’t… And there’s no pressure for your answer, really, I-I’m really just curious…”
“Ace,” you said. “You can ask.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Right. Yeah, okay, um…,” he chewed on his lower lip trying to find the right words to piece together. “...Back there. In the lake. Did it… did it mean anything? To you? Because I’ve kinda had a crush on you… for a while… now…” his voice tapered off until it was hardly audible, and he twiddled his thumbs.
You stepped closer to him and he jolted. “It did, I think.” You shrugged, sending him a sly smile. “You’re not that ugly, so it could be worse.”
“Thanks,” Ace snorted, but his voice still held a tinge of nervousness. “Um. Well. Goodnight, I guess.”
“Ace.” He paused at your voice. “Wanna stay in my bed? It’ll be warmer.”
“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly. You giggled, and led him off to your room.
“Oh, and by the way,” you said nonchalantly as you tucked yourself in next to Ace. “Trey told me that riddle about the mirror last week.”
“He what?!”
You cackled as Ace tackled you, play-wrestling until you both grew droopy eyes and weary. You didn’t even have the energy to register that you were cuddled up together, completely entangled beneath the sheets in a deep, comfortable sleep.
The two of you may have woken up with horrible colds the next morning that put you out of commission from class, but you could’ve sworn that you’d had the best sleep of your life.
Ask: Hey There! owo, can I get some relationship hcs with Fredrick thanks a lot! I love your blog it’s so pretty!
Sent by: Anon
A/N: haha guess who’s finally back after so long ;;v;; sorry for disappearing on you guys, i fell out of fire emblem until recently during this quarantine period and i finally managed to play fe awakening and fates ;v; and thank you for the compliments, anon!! i love frederick so much ty for requesting this
Frederick isn’t entirely one for relationships. He saw himself as a knight serving for his lord and lady above all things and a relationship was perhaps once of the last things he was concerned about.
Regardless of that, his good looks and deep voice and sometimes odd yet charming manners as a knight quickly made him a ladies’ man in the Ylissean capital and gained much attention, including from you.
You always thought he was a good-looking man and sometimes taking his job as knight — or perhaps should you call it a caretaker? — a bit too seriously for his own good but you knew he meant well from the way he looks after Chrom and Lissa; the Shepherds would be nothing against them and you’ve thanked them enough times for letting you join the Shepherds, which to an extent, thanking Frederick for his efforts as well.
The first few weeks of being together with Frederick was hard; while he was a doting lover, it came with over time. He likes taking things slowly. Heck, it took roughly a month for you two to have a kiss on the lips because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. He struggled to find balance between his work and time off because this man just seems to not know when to take a fucking break until you voiced out your concerns to him.
Madara, Souma and Adonis with a touch starved s/o hcs please!!!
madara , souma , adonis + a touch starved s/o ♡
i had a lot of fun writing these hehehe i hope you enjoy them anon!!! im not particularly sure if these were the type you had in mind — but here they are fufuufu!!
madara mikejima
madara's always there when you want someone to cuddle, of course! he's always ready to come accept you in a hug, to come intertwine his fingers with yours, to pat your head and praise you, whatever you'd like — he'll come and grant it.
it's just that he exactly knows what you want and what you need at the exact moment. he'd pull you in a kiss at any given time and give you a huge smile right after — it's unexpected but you like it.
pulling you into a dance, locking your fingers with his, kissing your cheek, nibbling your ears, wrapping his arms around your waist... he's done it all before and he's not afraid to do it again! what's a better way to show you just how much he adores you than letting his actions speak for themselves?
methinks he just has no problem going to extreme lengths to surprise you and make you happy — staying up to wait for you and greet you with a bear hug and a kiss; it's just very madara, you know? his love language is physical touch, after all <3
souma kanzaki
methinks... souma would get a lil bit shy! pink dusted cheeks while he wraps his arms around you to your request — he's just very eager to please you and be able to make you happy, of course! he wants nothing more than to see you smile.
also consider ... souma grabbing your hand and bowing to press his lips on your knuckles; looking up at you with a smile as he calls you "my dearest," locking his fingers with yours~
i just think he'd like styling your hair as well — washing it, putting silly clips on it or tying it to a cute little ponytail or if it's possible, a matching ponytail with his! he just likes playing with your hair <3
he would be very fond of letting you lay your head down his lap! stroking your hair as you sit beneath a tree on a patch of grass under a brilliant night sky — why, the beauty of the moon could never compare to the way he looks at you~
adonis otogari
adonis would happily give you lots and lots of hugs definitely! resting your head on his shoulder, laying on his lap, snuggling up to him — just rely on him, okay? if you need anyone — be it a shoulder to cry on or an arm to cling on, he's always there for you!
i think he'd like patting your head ... especially when you are smaller than him, he would enjoy just patting your head and giving you a peck on the forehead; you are just wonderful, you know that? he just wants to let you know by giving you lots and lots of attention!
he'll hold you gently — like a delicate flower, his touch so soft that you'd almost forget how strong he really was; a touch filled with so much care and love that it'll make your heart skip a beat. cupping your face and telling you how breathtaking you look, even after you just woke up ...
Little quick and light kimono tutorial because I’m noticing a trend of weird things non-Japanese people do with them.
Bathrobes =/= Kimonos
Kimonos aren’t sacred. They’re for everyone. Just practice drawing them, use tons of refs, be respectful, and have fun. There’s also tons of other types of traditional clothes you can mess around with. Research is your best friend
