Please may I have Dandadan platonic headcanons of Jin Enjoji/Jiji who is a older brother to a younger sister age 12 who suffered from hearing loss...exactly like Shouko from A Silent voice..she suffered from bullying and lost over 6 pairs of hearing aids which this one particular kid destroyed or thrown away to be never seen again. She uses sign language as a way to communicate or her Yokai..who is basically a mini Chibi version of Evil Eye but friendlier translated for her if the person didn't understand or she uses her note pad or phone. She was diagnosed with deafness when she was 1½ and was deaf ever since. She was also one of the people who nearly succeeded in committing suicide because of the Cursed House and Jiji caught her in time before she jumped to her death. She may not look it but she does worry about Jiji when he hides things. She wasn't as interested in Aliens as her brother was but she supported his interests and his friends.
1. Jiji learnt sign language from his parents when they learnt enough to teach him when she was diagnosed with deafness.
Jiji's relationship with her
Momo's relationship with her and her reaction to finding out that she is being bullied.
Okarun's relationship with her
https://youtu.be/VVhaHqpka6E?si=DfX7n0ykVShdrDtu (how she was bullied and it was the last straw when her hearing aids were ripped out, then she made a noise of pain and her ear lobe started to bleed quite badly)
“ I do it.. for you. ”
Content Warning: Mentions of Suicide, Bullying, Possible death, Insinuated Depression, Discrimination, and just Angst.
A/N: I kinda didn’t do headcanons in a bulletpoint format I kinda did smth a little different.. if thats okay.
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Big-Brotherhood
Jin Enjoji had always been loud, energetic, and impossible to ignore. But around his little sister, he became softer in ways most people never saw.
When she was diagnosed with deafness at only a year and a half old, his parents worked hard to learn sign language so they could communicate with her properly. Jiji was still little himself, but he copied everything they did. He practiced signs in front of mirrors, wrote little notes for her, and even learned how to exaggerate his expressions so she could understand his emotions easier. Before long, sign language became natural to him. He could switch between speaking and signing without even thinking about it.
He never treated her like she was fragile.
He treated her like she was his sister.
And to Jiji, that meant she was someone worth protecting with everything he had.
Jiji’s relationship with her
Jiji was the type of older brother who constantly tried to make her laugh.
He would dramatically act out stories in sign language, making ridiculous faces until she silently laughed so hard her shoulders shook. Even when they were younger, he hated seeing her feel left out during conversations, so he always made sure to summarize what people said for her. If someone talked too fast or turned away while speaking, he immediately corrected them.
“Face her when you talk,” he would say without hesitation.
At school, things were harder.
Kids whispered. Mocked her voice when she tried speaking. Pretended not to understand her signing. Some even treated her like she was stupid just because she could not hear.
Jiji noticed everything.
Especially the hearing aids.
Every time she came home missing one, his stomach twisted. At first it was “accidents.” Then it became obvious someone was taking them. Destroying them. Throwing them away.
By the sixth pair, Jiji was furious.
He remembered the day she came home with trembling hands and blood on the edge of her ear after another student ripped her hearing aid out hard enough to tear her skin. She had tried so hard not to cry. Tried to act like it did not hurt.
But Jiji saw the way her hands shook while signing.
It hurts.
That was the moment he realized how badly she had been suffering alone.
He blamed himself for not seeing it sooner.
After that, he became more protective. Not controlling—never controlling—but observant. He watched her expressions carefully because he learned she hid pain behind small smiles. He noticed when she avoided eye contact. When she stopped bringing notebooks to school because kids scribbled insults inside them.
And despite everything, she still worried about him.
Especially after the Cursed House incident.
She noticed how forced his smiles became. How he laughed too loudly sometimes. How he avoided telling her the truth because he did not want her scared.
The worst moment came the night she almost jumped.
It all had worn her down slowly. Isolation, fear, bullying, her parents, feeling like a burden—it all piled together until she reached a breaking point.
Jiji found her just before she stepped off the ledge.
For the first time in a while, he was genuinely terrified. Just like that day... in that house.
He grabbed her so hard his hands shook afterward. He kept signing frantically, movements messy and uneven because he was panicking too much to stay calm.
"Don’t leave me.
Please.
Please don’t leave me."
She had never seen him cry like that before.
After that night, Jiji stopped hiding quite as much from her. He realized she could see through him better than almost anyone else.
Sometimes, when he was overwhelmed by the Evil Eye or fear or guilt, she would quietly sit beside him and tap his shoulder until he looked at her.
Then she would sign:
"You do not have to pretend with me."
And honestly?
That helped him more than he could explain.
Her Yokai Translator
Her yokai was strange compared to most.
It looked like a monster from an old tall tail her parents used to read before bed. Except smaller, rounder, and far less violent. It floated around her shoulder like an overprotective gremlin and translated signs or emotions for people who could not understand.
It was rude sometimes.
Especially toward people it disliked.
If someone mocked her signing, the little yokai immediately insulted them back.
“Wow, your brain must be tiny if hand movements confuse you that much.”
Momo laughed the first time she heard it.
Okarun nearly choked.
Jiji looked both horrified and proud.
The yokai also acted like a guard dog. If anyone got too aggressive near her, it immediately became hostile despite its tiny size.
Oddly enough, it adored Jiji.
Probably because it sensed how much he cared about her.
Momo’s relationship with her
Momo Ayase got along with her surprisingly fast.
At first, Momo worried about saying the wrong thing, but Jiji’s sister made communication easy. She used her notebook, phone, signs, and expressions so naturally that conversations flowed after a while.
Momo also learned basic sign language phrases because she genuinely wanted to talk to her directly instead of relying on others.
That meant a lot to her.
The two often sat together quietly while Momo painted her nails or talked about random gossip while Jiji’s sister responded through signing or text. It felt normal. Comfortable.
Momo especially admired how patient she was.
Even after everything she endured, she still tried being kind.
But the moment Momo learned the full truth about the bullying, she became furious.
Not annoyed.
Furious.
When she heard about the hearing aids being ripped out repeatedly, her expression immediately darkened. The bleeding ear incident made her outright sick with anger.
“Are you serious?” Momo snapped. “Who does that to someone?!”
She could not understand how cruel someone had to be to target a disability like that.
If she had witnessed it personally, there was a very high chance she would have started a fight on the spot.
Afterward, Momo became openly protective of her. She checked on her constantly, made sure she was included in conversations, and got visibly angry whenever someone ignored her signing.
At the same time, she never pitied her.
Momo hated pity.
Instead, she treated her like family.
There were even moments where Momo quietly helped fix strands of her hair around the hearing aids so they sat comfortably without drawing attention.
Small things.
Gentle things.
The kind that mattered most.
Okarun’s relationship with her
Ken Takakura was nervous around her at first.
Not because of her deafness.
Because he was scared of accidentally offending her.
He overthought every interaction.
Should he write things down? Speak slower? Look directly at her? Was he being awkward? Was he staring too much?
Jiji’s sister found this unintentionally funny.
Eventually, she started teasing him by purposefully giving him deadpan expressions whenever he panicked.
Poor Okarun nearly short-circuited out of embarrassment every time.
Still, he was one of the few people who immediately tried adapting without being asked. He researched better ways to communicate with deaf people, practiced basic signs at home, and always made sure she could see his face while talking.
He especially respected how resilient she was.
After learning about her bullying, Okarun felt deeply guilty on behalf of people in general. The story reminded him of his own loneliness and how cruel classmates could become toward someone “different.”
Unlike Momo’s fiery anger, Okarun reacted with quiet heartbreak.
When he saw the scar near her ear from the torn hearing aid incident, he genuinely looked devastated.
He became very careful around her after that— consideration. Genuine care and love.
If they explored anything paranormal, he constantly checked whether she was safe. He would text her updates if loud chaos broke out around the group so she would not feel confused or left behind.
And strangely enough, she found his rambling about aliens relaxing.
She was never as obsessed with aliens as Jiji or Okarun were, but she listened anyway because seeing them excited made her happy.
Sometimes Okarun would suddenly realize he had been talking for ten straight minutes about extraterrestrials.
Then he would panic and apologize.
She would simply sign:
"It is okay. You look happy talking about it."
That sentence alone nearly made Okarun cry once.
Jiji’s sister became someone the entire group quietly protected without even discussing it.
Everyone else noticed, despite the group of friends not. Safe to say, she was never even snickered at again.
End.
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