yanagi akane hcs bc i feel like he gets mischracterized
hes a sweetheart through and through. other than mornings, there is not a single bad bone in his body
hes so genuine i love him
like he has never said 'shut up' or any sort of cuss ever
and like hes super ticklish (canon) but he wont fight back or anything. just sits there and takes it bc he feels bad abt fighting back
also partially due to the fact that he has no survival sense at all. would be the type to get kidnapped and not know it
he has so much anxiety poor baby. everything makes him incredibly nervous. especially social anxiety despite being so hot and popular. he gets so nervous with people, esp those he doesnt know
bc of his anxiety, hes pretty awkward. he doesnt know what to say a lot, so he just kind of awkwardly laughs in response every time
has no idea hes hot
probs likes physical touch and acts of service i think
hes a little tense and awk at first, but he gives good hugs!!
needs to listen to asmr or rain sounds to calm his anxiety to let him sleep
has a weighted dino
wears wired headphones
good etiquette and manners. always says his pleases and thank yous!
'youre so cute, akane!' *blush* 'thanks. youre much cuter' feels like a typical response yk
he gives compliments easily!
HOWEVER! he finds pet names, receiving and giving, embarrassing. but once he gets comfortable w his s/o, he'd probs use 'darling' or 'love' maybe??? acc no he might still be too embarrased
warnings; pet names(babe, sweets), mention of the mechanism of how babies are made(not sexual, mostly scientific), oh this is like modern!au I guess- like if Akane existed in the real chaotic world rn, gender-neutral reader, pure fluff, ended on a weird note, unedited.
note; okay but like,, what if she was secretly a puppy or something? She's literally so cute Idk why I can totally imagine her chasing her own clothing tag like a dog would its tail.
wc; 0.9k+
Humming a small made-up tune, you rolled up your sleeves and started getting out the ingredients for yet another cake. Quarantine has been getting to you, and so every time you were bored—which was way too often—you baked something. And lucky Akane, she was the taste tester for every single one.
As soon as your fingers had created a crinkling noise from picking up the flour bag, you felt a quick zip of wind hit against you, a small, eager voice disrupting the once calm state. “Cake? Are you making a cake? I like cake.” She quietly examined you, waiting before you like an excited puppy waiting for its treat.
You could almost picture a wagging tail behind her. Smiling at her puppy-like demeanour, you stroked her head akin to how you would usually pet a dog. An idea that seemed like a good one at the time, had suddenly popped up in your head, “Wanna help?”
Grin widening, she nodded eagerly, accepting the suggestion. She normally prefers eating the food over actually making it, but since it was you, she couldn’t help but jump at the offer. “Alright, I need you to get 2 eggs from the fridge, can you do that?” She was already off as soon as you ordered her to, “On it!” She speedily opened the fridge, a little too aggressively in your opinion, but not aggressive enough in hers.
Exhaling a small laugh, you shook your head fondly before measuring all the ingredients and proceeding to put all the dry ingredients in the large bowl, occasionally peaking at the recipe you had left on the table. Now for the wet ingredients.
“Akane? You get the eggs yet, sweets?” You strained your neck to try and see where the fridge was, jolting quietly as you saw her stand in front of you guiltily. “Babe…” You watched her with a concerned expression as you heard her shameful tone, slightly nervous, “Yes..?” She looked up at you, you could almost see her imaginary tail tucked between her legs. Equipping a careful tone, you questioned her slowly, “What did you do..?”
She shuffled her feet at your gaze, “... I accidentally broke the eggs because I held them too hard- B-but I’ll go to the supermarket right now to go and get more!” She stammered nervously, not wanting to prevent you from making a cake.
Humming thoughtfully over her nervous waiting, your brain quickly solved your problem for you; an alternative! “Actually, I don’t think we need eggs.” You held your finger up to your chin in thought.
She looked up at you in confusion, “But don’t you need eggs to make cake? Like, how you need eggs for a baby, you know what I mean? ...Wait, if two guys-”
Interrupting her thought process abruptly, you yelped, “Bananas! Bananas are a good egg alternative, uhh m-mashed. You think you can do it?” You couldn’t help but find the irony in the fact you yelled out bananas when she had been t… Never mind.
You sighed in relief as you saw her expression contort into determination, “Hell yeah I can do that! I’ll smash them so hard, you won’t even remember how it looked before!” Before she could run off and abuse some poor bananas, it only then hit you that she might not peal them. And not put them in a proper bowl... And she might use her bare hands to punch the everliving crap in them.
You quickly stopped her, “Akane wait! I-I’ll get them, wait here, and don’t eat the flour, it doesn’t taste as good as you think.” Her eyes darted to the dry mixture, “...You sure?” You nodded frantically, “I have never been so sure.”
Pouting lopsidedly, she took your word for it. She has learned to trust you whenever you tell her not to do something, and you’re usually always right. The one time she didn’t listen, she almost ended up in the hospital. She learnt her lesson after that(kinda).
Coming back with bananas and a masher, you peeled the bananas for her and plopped them in the bowl, handing her the masher. “Akane, I trust you to absolutely obliterate these bananas, y’hear?” You spoke in a serious tone, the playful smile on your face anything but. Responding with a sharp, determined nod, she saluted to you similar to a soldier would to their commander.
Giggling at the action, you turned to get the sugar, before she suddenly stopped you with a quick sloppy peck on your cheek. You flushed at the sudden display of affection, finding it endearing yet also finding it flustering, “W-why did you do that?”
She flashed a toothy grin, “For good luck, of course!” Sending her an encouraging, yet flustered smile back, you quickly got back to work, a remainder of the blush resting on your face.
After finishing the preparation of the wet mixture, you looked back over to Akane who had mashed the bananas into… almost a fine powder. You made a mental note to always have her whip the egg whites, the girl had skills; you honestly thought she’d probably be more efficient than a hand mixer.
After combining everything into a nice batter, you started finishing up, turning around to put ingredients you don’t need back on the shelves as you wanted to clear space for the icing and the decorating.
The moment you left your back to Akane, Akane had spooned half the batter into her mouth quickly during the time you had your back turned.. Turning back around, your eyes bulged out your sockets as you saw half your batter,, gone. As if it evaporated into thin air.
A dark demeanour surrounding you, you spoke lowly, “Akane… I looked away for 1 second, 1 second!” You repeated, obvious frustration written on your face. Pushing her out the kitchen, you closed the door in front of her pouty, cake-stained, face. “You can come back in when it’s done!”
Huffing, you got back to work after scolding your hungry girlfriend.
Let's just say she did get to have the cake in the end- at a cost, of course.
... Okay fine, the 'cost' was really just cuddles.
