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Sakusa and Yotasuke are the best thing to ever happen to me actually like we haven’t even had an official thread yet but the fact @agorace and I have completely tracked their entire life together is insane.

#nobody has ever been this invested in a ship with me before i cry every day #agorace #saturn lovemail time now #( 🎨 ) ooc.

100% PERCENT SURE ... he has never been absolutely, positively, completely sure of anything in his life, until now. he had maybe gotten up earlier than him to prepare for the day. and he had maybe ventured out of the hotel room a few times to get whatever it is they might have needed for the day. even this early the place was packed full of people. it did give him a fright, and he did get anxious, and everyone was exceedingly threatening being... athletes and all. but none of that mattered now! Yotasuke, since the beginning, since their first meeting and far into their relationship thought this must be a fluke. he wasn’t sure back then, if Sakusa had any intention with him beyond novelty. if he was interacting with him out of pity or something he couldn’t fully comprehend. some cruel joke? that mindset only lasted a few weeks since their initial conversation, and dissipated quickly afterwards. then he wasn’t sure why Sakusa ever spoke to him at all. if not for an ulterior motive then why? it baffled him. Yotasuke would spend nights contemplating the possibilities. nothing ever seemed solid. there was no reason to like him, especially like him as much as Sakusa did. again, those trepidations days passed by and left the two of them hand in hand. it left Yotasuke was a certainty beyond any other assurance he’s felt before. and that extended to today.

the weather was hot. summer Olympics or not it was still excruciatingly hot. and freezing in all the buildings. the stark contrast in temperature was only one of the hurdles Yotasuke would have to deal with. Among the screaming and roaring crowds of people everywhere, and the cacophony of several languages, and the most social interaction he would ever have to deal with, he would persevere. every day he was up early and in bed late. forcing himself into situations he would have sworn off as fantasy only a few years prior. yes, it was hard and miserable sometimes. he did have to scurry off to the bathroom every now and again and sit in a stall to calm down. but Sakusa was working so much harder.

there is something surreal about the bated breath. the sudden instance of incredible deafening silence before incredible deafening applause. something like heaven, like you died and the biggest weight had been lifted off your shoulders, like everything you had done and worked for cumulated to this very moment and it went off without a hitch. the strangeness in the feeling of success. the feeling of relief and disbelief. you knew it would happen though. you were 100% sure. and the emotions were still overwhelming. he wasn’t fond of loud noises, no, but that otherworldly atmosphere of watching him win, with everyone else, was going to be irreplaceable in his heart. before he knew it he was on his feat with the same amount of vigor and uproar as everyone surrounding him. before he knew it tears were streaming down his face as he screamed, watching that man bow his head on the court towards him made his heart explode. yatora who sat next to him had to practically subdue him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt so he wouldn’t run off in the masses of people, knowing that it wouldn’t end well.

so proud. so proud, ecstatic, elated, exhausted, enthralled, everything he felt- overwhelming. eventually Yotasuke was able to make it onto the gymnasium floor, waiting outside the bathrooms or locker-rooms or whatever they were. he’s had to memorize the maps of all of these places and at this point yatora had been lost in the crowd and maybe yotasuke was getting antsy over that too. he wasn’t big, mind you, especially compared to volleyball players, so he was awash in a sea of gods among men. for the moment he wasn’t thinking about Sakusa he was now thinking about the horrible knot in his stomach, the sweat begining the accumulate on his palms and brow. world looking fuzzy, feeling faint, but forcing himself to stay alert for when Japan’s national team came flooding out. Squeezing through a few more people with a small apology he spotted him. he couldn’t yell anymore, so a gasping little squeak came out of him instead.

“ ah- Kiyoomi - ! ”

@agorace / i said i’d write you a starter

#agorace #( 🎨 ) in character #thinking about our discord convo.....#that moment sakusa gets out of the shower after winning the gold like... sniffle..

SO WHAT IF YOUR EYES BURN? SO WHAT SO WHAT SO WHAT! It’s like this ... sometimes. Maybe more often than you’d like but it happens! Things happen and you become ( you’ve always been ) weak. In several sense of the word. Sure you are capable of growing as a person but it’s not like you’re obligated to do so. School today was fine and independent study for exams purposes was fine as well. Maybe ... he misses art cram school. Maybe he misses those dopes with their goofy grins and naivety. Well, maybe he was lonely. Shaking away that thought he continued on down the road, portfolio bag hanging on his side. He pulls out his phone to check the time, getting a hint of a reflection in the screen. A huff escaped him but before he could do anything else he heard an awfully familiar voice from behind him. Tall, imposing, a little silly when you get to know him. Yotasuke quickly rubbed his eyes free of whatever tears may have been there and stood stiff as a board until the other came closer. His face was still looking rather red though. “ ... Hey. ” He began slowly as Atsushi approached him. “ Are ... are you doing anything right now? ” He probably should have asked something along the lines of ‘what’s up?’ or ‘how are you doing today?’. Maybe he’ll remember later.

@basukee

#basukee #my internet shit the bed when i was writing this and i had to restart my computer #AUGH #but...its here....#more angsty than i intended but it will get BETTER #( 🎨 ) in character

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#( 🎨 ) ooc.#WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

ROMANCE (adjacent) HEADCANONS:

★ Yotasuke gets flustered pretty easily. Generally speaking a way to fluster him is to just, intrude on personal thoughts and actions no matter how mundane. Coming to terms with his own feelings is a constant struggle so when someone brings something up that maybe they’re self conscious of that seems silly or trivial to themself, it garners maybe an over the top reaction. He blushes beet red and gets all sweaty.

☆ Yotasuke is also flustered when it comes to flattery that isn’t art related. Later on he becomes more passionate and emotional with his own art, but anything else, any other compliments that come his way that’s not art related catches him off guard.

★ He’s gay. He thinks plenty of men are attractive but he doesn’t immediately get all blushy when talking to them. He really has to think you’re something else for him to be ruffled just by their presence. I don’t think he really has a type, but guys who are physically fit, athletic, a little muscular make him like, sideways glance.

☆ He’s never dated before. He’s never asked anyone out or been asked out by anyone. He isn’t at all very interested in it. He’s got too much on his mind to even begin to think about a relationship, and actually the prospect scares him a little. Makes him uncomfortable.

★ However, when Yotasuke does begin developing feelings it definitely comes from a slow burn. Sure he can think someone is physically attractive upon first meeting but that usually triggers a reaction in him to be more closed off and anti-social as a defense mechanism. I think Yotasuke’s feelings are reserved for someone he knows well and over time begins to realize he likes them.

☆ Yotasuke probably wouldn’t act too much different around the person he likes, maybe after coming to terms with their feelings he gets more snippy and self-conscious. But that will subside. He would also only end up confessing ( he wouldn’t ask the guy out, he wouldn’t insinuate he was interested, he’d just flat out spill ) in a situation that seemed appropriate. ie. the object of affection was going on a trip for a while, they would be seperated for whatever reason, etc.

#( 🎨 ) headcanon #tee hee i love him

I'm mostly following sports anime blogs here and I find that funny

#I don't think yotasuke could lift 2 gallons of milk and that's fine #jocks.....jocks.....

ffuscous

Yotasuke and Yatora

#( 🎨 ) squad up

Yotasuke facts!

★ on the autism spectrum! his symptoms effect the vast majority of his life quite a lot. he also has pretty bad anxiety.

☆ does not do well in the heat. summer is his least favorite season. he generally has a hard time with both ends of the temperature spectrum but he can deal with colder weather better.

★ he has a very limited wardrobe, and some of his clothes are just the same shirt over and over again. why? he’s very picky about his fabrics and their tactile nature. having sensory sensitivities he finds ways to work around it. so he washes his clothes frequently and wears what he has until they’re falling apart.

☆ plays video games often. generally enjoys relaxing and low pressure games the most, but he’s also unfazed and rather good at survival horror and similar.

★ prefers the company of animals to people. but is also very lonely generally speaking. he does feel a smidge of happiness when he’s invited/dragged places with yatora and hashida, although he doesn’t recognize it as gratefulness.

☆ loves sweets! cakes, pastries, cookies, etc. secretly likes when they’re shaped cute like animals and stuff.

#( 🎨 ) headcanon #i have a lotta metas to write but just a little one for now

OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED? there was a sudden impact and sudden pain lashing through his face. It started at his nose and began to radiate through the rest of his features. He held his head, his nose cupped in both hands and his eyes shut tight. He was just walking, and someone’s fist just shot out of nowhere and hit him square in the nose! But it’s not like what you’re thinking. He wasn’t punched or anything, and it was a complete accident. When you flail your arms in such a manner while talking, there is the rare occasion you will hit a passerby. That is what happened, but Yotasuke couldn’t even begin to process that fact quite yet. He was always a lithe and delicate of physique. His body wasn’t crumbling but it also wasn’t the sturdiest. The sounds around him came back after the initial shock, hands left his face showing the smeared blood across his nose, mouth and cheek. He wasn’t angry, just very visibly confused.

@tajukon for Reki Kyan!

#tajukon #oh? on god?#( 🎨 ) in character

WHAT POSSESSED HIM TO AGREE TO THIS? Did he even agree? Like at all? Or did Yatora’s puppy dog demeanor somehow trick him into this. Whatever the circumstance he was in a clumped up group of people at a party. Yotasuke managed to wriggle his way to a nearly desolate corner only accompanied by one other lingering soul. He almost felt obligated to greet him, but he wasn’t here to make friends. He was in the corner to play animal crossing obviously. His messenger bag was stuffed with what could only be called emergency rations for social gatherings. He didn’t even know where Yatora was at this point. Well he could just leave without him. Pulling out his switch he only now realized it was running low on charge. Yotasuke’s brows furrowed at the grim realization. He had brought the charging cable but... but that dude was standing in front of the outlet. Yotasuke’s expression turned to pure disgust and irritation brought on by the amount of stress he was in currently. Maybe if he glared at the other long enough their minds would meld and he’d move slightly to the right. Yotasuke began to speak, but it was nearly inaudible and unintelligible.

@kainan for sakusa kiyoomi !!

#SOCIAL ANXIETY CENTRAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#kainan #( 🎨 ) in character

making Yotasuke interact with all the sports anime jocks

#he is just an art boy making art #( 🎨 ) ooc.

LETS SAY WE KNOW EACH OTHER. Lets just say! Their passing conversations were usually short but overtime he ... didn’t seem to mind it too much. The way this gargantuan person spoke seemed almost absurd. His drawl was low and pleasant enough but his mannerisms and such were just a contradiction to his size. But maybe the same was true of himself. Yotasuke was rather short admittedly, and his words were often laced with cyanide. His bluntness was often (always) seen as hostility, rudeness, cruelty. It didn’t start out that way though. It just so happened he didn’t have a filter and was very judgmental. But the intentions weren’t there to hurt. Not many people recognized that. Anyways... the tall, tall, tall young man who worked at a bakery on the way too and from school would talk comfortably with him. Even if Yotasuke would say something mean or just prickly, the other brushed it off, like water off a duck’s back. He wishes he was the same, or at least water could wash it away.

It was storming. Pouring rain when it was time to haul a good amount of coursework back home. His portfolio, while shielded decently from the rain was still becoming damp around the edges. Luckily for him the torrential downpour had slowed customers to that bakery to a near halt so when he finally entered for shelter it was nearly empty. He dragged his bags in, along with a painting that was thankfully fully dried. With a huff he shed the weight at a nearby table. He was filling, a little trembly. Maybe it was a bad day. Maybe he felt the critique more deeply, more personally this time. Maybe he felt the glares of other students, both jealous and arrogant. It was a lot. Maybe he cried a little, but you couldn’t tell under his rain streaked face. He just ... he just wanted some cake.

Taking a moment to compose himself so he wouldn’t snap at the one who he’ll say he knows, Yotasuke shuffled towards the display case. The usual blank stare and subtle disgust laden face was replaced with something much more, humbled maybe. Gentle and soft. He looked around the display for a moment before eyeing something one pastry in particular. They pointed at it.