scarred

blackwood affiliated sho minazuki | written by han

[goldipunch]

    “ I get starting your day with a bang, but me?”

           “ I like to start it what a YANG.” someone, please stop her.

[sharppaintings]

“I personally like to Sho off.” He supported this completely

[sharppaintings]

@scramblednotes​

Eyes kept glancing to the side as Sho sat silently, a frown hard on his lips. He didn’t like this seat at all: it was a bit too visible to anyone who passed, a bit too open a space.

It was, however, directly next to a seat that was much more hidden by a small dividing wall, making the space smaller and more comfortable in general. That was where Sho preferred to sit, and where he kept looking to.

Or, more accurately, the girl sitting in his favorite spot. And, despite the fact that she seemed had nothing to do with him, he was angry enough about the place being taken that he couldn’t help but glare at her periodically.

Subtlety was not one of his strong suits.  

[vocalcut-blog]

he’s heard a few things about this one … given that the classes he teaches are simply electives. deep down, michikatsu wondered if this student necessarily needed this class, as he scanned over his file and there laid a note that warned him of this … seemingly unpleasant behavior. normally, he was not the professor to approach other students in hopes of making sure they knew he was available should they need assistance or even someone to speak to.

but how should he approach such an … unruly child? never has he had issues or students with a track record like this no less, but even when he did have trouble makers in his classes in the end, they ended up enjoying their time here. so hopefully, this ends up being the case as well.

❛   you seemed distant throughout today’s class … is there anything on your mind, minazuki?   ❜

@sharppaintings​

[sharppaintings]

Sho’s entire body stiffened as the teacher came to his side, only glancing up him harshly for a moment while listening to him speak, before turning his eyes back to his bag, roughly stuffing his items into the overfilled space.

“Maybe I’d be more present if any of this shit made sense.”

Despite the fact that there was no chance he would have participated in class no matter what, it was genuine frustration that came through in Sho’s voice. It’d be fine if he could just jot down some notes silently, but this was just... confusing.

It was far from the only class that he felt that way about, but that fact just made his frustration grow.

[sharppaintings]

sho minazuki ⚔️

18-years-old / first year / fine arts major

when your rich adopted dad goes to jail and his money is left to you, you don’t need a job

no, he doesn’t wanna talk about his dad. or his past at all

he has a ton of scars. they are included on the list of things he doesn’t wanna talk about

may have some anger issues. it’s fine. no it’s not

member of the fencing club, cause thrusting swords at things calms him

if you google his name, you’ll mostly come across forum threads about human experiments, theorizing about the identity of a minor unnamed by the press in a horrific case from six years ago. wonder why

he tells puns. a lot of puns. they aren’t good. i’m sorry

will fight teachers

always has his sketchbook and charcoal pencils on him. he likes them best for their harsh line quality. subsequently, his hands are almost always covered in at least trace amounts of charcoal, and it does rub off on a lot of his clothing

[sharppaintings]

smilesforinigo‌:

At the drop of the hat, Inigo stops sulking. He slowly rises with a steeled look on his face.

“You mean… There aren’t hoards of fangirls screaming your name? No endless love letters in your locker? No… girls?”

He falls silent for a moment, stroking his chin as his eyes narrow.

“You mean I have a chance?!”

He launches to his feet, performing a quick twirl.

“I knew it! I knew it all along! Reality wouldn’t be so cruel to Inigo! Maaaaannn, despite your rugged and handsome features, you must be an amateur, huh? Not to worry friend, your new roommate will get you swimming in girls before long! Love Professor Inigo has taken you under his wing!”

He fist bumps briefly, completely unaware of the contradictions in his words. Fully recovered, he flashes a brilliant smile.

“Ah, yes! I suppose if we’re going to be living together, introductions are in order, hm? Well! My name’s Inigo, soon the be the most popular man on campus!We’re going to take this university by storm, you and I!”

“Amateur suggests I’m trying to get girls to like me. I’m not.” Sho spoke in a completely deadpan voice as he continued drawing, not glancing at his roommate’s overdramatic motions. “So I definitely don’t need your help with that.”

Sho wasn’t sure it was possible to get a roommate with less similar interests. All this guy’s mentioned since coming in was how much he wanted girls to like him, a concept completely foreign to him. Sho didn’t want close relationships with anyone, really, and romantic stuff looked especially risky. Why would he ever put that sort of trust in someone?

Besides, if he somehow ever was convinced to, Sho doubted it’d be a girl to do so.

The introduction was the only thing that stopped Sho’s hand, his body going still as he listened. If he was going to live with him, he did want to know who his roommate was, if only to know who to look out for.

Inigo didn’t seem like much of a threat, though. Just an annoyance. That was good, in the least.

“... I’m Sho. I don’t talk to people much. If you’re gonna be so popular and have people over all the time, I’ll probably find somewhere else to be when not, like, sleeping.”

[nondebt]

━━ ˟ ⊰ ⌈ ❀ ⌉ @sharppaintings​ liked for a starter !!

she wanted to get some paints to test out something new to give to her father, but she was unsure of what paints to use and what would look good. her head poked in the room as she spotted some “oh-..um hello could you help me with something?”

[sharppaintings]

It didn’t take long for regulars in the studio to realize that speaking to Sho rarely wielded useful results, and he was already used to silence around him when he was working. So someone actually speaking to him made the young man actively jump, the paintbrush in his hand falling, splattering dark paint on the ground.

Ignoring the mess he inadvertently created, Sho turned to the stranger that caused the reaction with harsh eyes.

“Eh? The hell do you want?”

[sharppaintings]

smilesforinigo‌:

Flinching slightly at the direct language, Inigo felt the knife twist. He had cool lines too?

“Why are you so perfect…?” He mutters, rolling over, clutching at his bag like a stuffed toy. “Scarred, broody, forceful and frank in speech…”

He trails off for a moment before his sulking turns to pained indifference.

“How many? How many girls have you led back to this room? At least 50, isn’t it?? And there’s probably still some hidden away right now!”

He gives Sho a look, one of close examination. Intense eyes, check. Yep, there’s the badass scar… How could he compete? This new room mate of his was apparently the perfect man. He stares for a moment before suddenly tearing at his hair with an elongated groan, forcing himself backwards onto the bed.

“There’s probably girls reciting love poems for you outside your door every morning, isn’t there? Aaaaaah, where is the justice in this world…? I try SO HARD and you come along with- with your scars and your hotness…!”

“Where’s my uni angel? Can she save me yet…?”

.... Huh?

There wasn’t a single word spoken by this guy that made any sense to Sho in that moment. Was he... making fun of him? That was the only way it made sense to ever claim he was ‘perfect’, and just list off some of his worst qualities.

When the idiot kept going, though, Sho slowly realized that, if this was some cruel joke, it was an elaborate one. There was no reason to keep it going this long... or this embarrassingly. 

“Are you some kind of idiot? Can you even hear what you’re saying?”

Grabbing the sketchbook and charcoal pencil sitting on the bed next to him, Sho laid back down as he opened it, trying to ignore the other student at least somewhat as he started to sketch violently as he spoke. 

“I’ve barely spoken to anyone but you in this entire damn school yet, dumbass. And I’ve never even heard some stupid love poem in tutoring, much less from random girls.”

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@sharppaintings​ is in for a bit of friendly advice.

Hannibal did so enjoy wandering the halls during the breaks in between classes, taking in the sights and sounds of the young and hopeful engaging in their passions. It reminded him just how precious life was, and always brought a small smile to his otherwise near perpetually neutral expression. When he happened upon a young man who was standing just outside a classroom.

“Hello,” Dr. Lecter’s tone was polite, even, and calming. He attempted to make eye contact, though he certainly wouldn’t force what might not have been welcome. “I believe the lesson has already started. Shouldn’t you be inside? Or, perhaps there’s an issue of some sort that I might be able to help resolve.”

[sharppaintings]

Sho... was not used to having a proper schedule, yet. He was decent at getting to his studio classes on time already, usually waiting around for the opportunity to get in there anyway, but the stupid academic classes were already causing problems.

Which was what led to him to standing in front of the door of a class already well underway, considering his options between going in anyway, or just... leaving. Which he was very much considering.

Warning signals went off in Sho’s mind as a voice spoke to him without prompting, halting any thought. Before he even looked to see who it was, he could tell it was a man much older than himself, and distrust settled in his mind.

Eye contact definitely was not happening. In fact, Sho only looked over to the man briefly to look him over with a glare, his gaze quickly moving to the ground afterwards. This was probably some professor he didn’t know. He’d been hoping to avoid any teachers he wasn’t required to speak to, but apparently his luck was already running dry.

“... Class already started. I was late. I should just leave,” his voice was forced as he replied, wanting to speak to the man as little as possible.

[smilesforinigo-deactivated20200]

@sharppaintings​

Inigo practically skipped through the hallways of the dormitory, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he fantasised about not only the wealth of lovely ladies, but his potential room mate…

It was co-ed, so it could be a girl. Or It could be a bro. A wingman. The name he was given certainly sounded masculine. Aaah, who could it be?

He arrives at his designated room – a double within the co-ed dormitories. With a beaming smile, he swings open the door.

“Helloooooo! Inigo the Intrepid has arrived–”

..Oh

…Oh no.

Problem 1 – This room mate was not a girl

Problem 2 – …He was hot. Really hot

Too hot. I mean, look at that glare. THE SCAR. Chicks dig scars! No, no, if he were to go out in the town with this fellow, Inigo was SURE that he would be the one making THIS GUY look good by comparison. So dark and mysterious… I’m so jealous…! His introduction trailing off into silence, Inigo audibly sniffs. He walks past the hot guy and sits on the bed, arms folded like an indignant child. “Life is so unfair…”

[sharppaintings]

Sho didn’t care about meeting his roommate. In fact, he would have been perfectly fine if whoever it was didn’t bother showing up at all. The only reason he had registered to possibly have one was at the insistence of his social worker.

Something about it being “good for him” to “be around someone his own age for once” and “learn how to socialize.” Sho thought it was dumb, but they wouldn’t leave his apartment until they saw he marked the requested options and submitted the form.

He had been more than skeptical, but the guy who came in soured his mood even more.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

Previously laying on his bed, his things already unpacked haphazardly on his side of the room, Sho sat up as the other boy came in, a harsh glare immediately directed at him, and only deepening as he spoke.

Was this guy upset to have such a weirdo as a roommate? How’d he already judge him before he even spoke? Sho at least waited until this ass came in obnoxiously before deciding he was annoying.

He just hadn’t decided why he didn’t like him yet before then.

“It’s not like I’m thrilled right now either, bastard.”

[sharppaintings]

( heya heya! i’m on mobile atm so there’s no fancy formatting for this post, but i’d like to put a starter call out regardless, so! like this to deal with sho. limit of 4 for now! )

[blackwood-rp]

hello mods! here to officially apply sho minazuki, with his application on the page /app. i hope you're all having a nice day, and thank you for your work!

Welcome to Blackwood, Sho!

You will be housed in the co-ed floors, in a double dorm. Your assigned roommate is Inigo. As stated, you will be majoring in Fine Arts. We hope you enjoy your time here!

◦ Mod Maple

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