#daisuke arisato

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“I don’t know what is it that you see in me, but I’m lucky that you do.” - the yakuza dorks

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The Monster.

The Rapid Hound.

The Beast of the Yamagarasu.

The man Daisuke now worked for was known by many names, many of them given as an insult rather than in reverence.

But, at the moment, the hyur found the said beast slumbering, slumped over his desk and papers as a tired, steadily breathing heap of a man.

"...The moment I'm not around, you pull a stunt like this..."

His reprimand was barely a whisper as he carefully closed the door behind him, a box of lunch balanced in one hand.

Yes, this was the enigmatic, infamous leader of the Yamagarasu. A man respected, feared and hated by many.

A common thug.

A rebel.

As he seated himself onto the edge of the desk, amber eyes gazing at the Raen below, Oka seemed anything but those things.

Of course, to Daisuke, he rarely did.

To him he was Oka

Just Oka.

His Sun.

He couldn't help but smile towards the unruly mop of violet locks, one hand tugged free from the confines of its glove so he could run his fingers through them.

From within the strands sprouted the curled, creamy white horns - and somewhere underneath them peeked out the chiselled, handsome features, now calm and soft.

"...Thank you for bringing me here."

Daisuke leaned downwards, words whispered against the sharp edges of the Raen's horn.

Even if Oka wasn't there to hear them, he could feel his cheeks flushing red.

"I don't know what it is you see in me, but I am so very lucky you do. You...make me glad for being alive."

The warmth on his cheeks only deepened, as he heard the familiar, heavy thudding of a wagging tail behind them. Even with his embarrassment, he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

"I love you."

Oka.

His Sun.

His Lover.

And his Absolute Idiot.

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❣ a bleeding / bloody kiss - for the yakuza dorks

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“Please forgive me, Daisuke!”

The Raen quickly slammed his hands together in remorse, practically groveling near the rock his companion was sitting on. It had all been an accident, of course, but the regret didn’t stop Daisuke’s nose from bleeding, somewhat amused but still upset glances sent into Oka’s direction as the smaller man nursed his injured self with a drenched cloth.

As well as Oka had perfected his sad puppy act, this time it was from genuine worry. Still, an act or not, the huyr couldn’t resist those sad violet eyes.

“Y...You’re alright, yes? It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

The fuss was most likely unneeded, but the Au ra couldn’t help but worry, his lumbering form slowly scooting closer on the sand, finally close enough to reach for the cloth partly covering Daisuke’s face. Even when the red, smeared marks from their innocent spar and the miscalculated blow where still there, Oka didn’t care, a sad little whine escaping him as he leaned to apologetically brush his lips against the huyr’s cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

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¥ for Daisuke? 👀

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

“Kouuchou is…cute, yes! I usually prefer my men…hmh, bigger, but…I find him adorable. He is not bad-looking, no.”

Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

“I like him, yes! He’s a little too serious for his own good at times, but when he lets his hair down, he is fun to be around. Being from the same line of business, I feel like I can relax a little bit too, yes…though I might relax a little too much at times.”

Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

“I…” The Raen pauses, gaze averting off to the side with a frown, finally clearing his throat instead of giving a proper answer.

Would they date them: yes | no

“…I’m not really the type of person who dates, no.” Despite their answer, their brow knitted slightly once more.

Favorite thing about them: “He keeps up with me, and doesn’t seem to mind my company, yes! It’s refreshing to be around someone who seems to enjoy being around me, or…wants me around.”

Least favorite thing about them: “That polite, subservient act he withdraws back to when he’s unsure how to behave or to react. Sometimes being worried, scared or flustered is fine, yes, or to just talk when you’re uncertain about something! It irks me, but not much I can do about it. We all have our own shields we hide behind…but that doesn’t mean I like it, hmph!”

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💗 Domestic headcanon about our muses. - I am curious your thoughts on Domestic Yakuza :D

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If the two yakuza dorks would end up living together, I imagine Daisuke would most likely take on the household chores! At least I feel he’d be more likely to clean and cook than the giant child in a man’s body would be, perhaps more motivated in keeping the Raen happy and healthy, rather than because it is something he enjoys. Though...who knows, maybe he would find some refreshing respite in being the house-husband, doing the more simple, domestic chores rather than the jobs as a yakuza?

...Also I imagine him loudly ranting at Oka whenever the giant dork would return home late, or injured...or when he somehow manages to make a mess of the place within the first bell he’s back home.

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Relationship Ask Prompt

About Daisuke Kouuchou

We Are: Strangers | Acquaintances | Casual Friends | Close Friends | Intimate Friends | Partners | Family | Old Friends | Estranged | Rivals | Enemies

We Have:

Met | Argued | Laughed | Broke Up | Hugged | Lived Together | Sparred | Battled Side-by-side | Gift-given | Became Friends | Cried Together | Kissed | Confessed Love | Held Hands | Slept Together | Became Lovers | Bonded | Built a Model Ship | Carried One Another | Danced | Became a Family | Grew Apart | Best Friends | Trusted One Another | Worked Together | Grew Up Together | Knew as Children | Written Letters | Grew Old Together | Gone on a Trip | Played Triple Triad | Lied for One Another | Work Out and Train | Moved | Met in School | Read the Same Book

Thoughts On:

♦ What I Most Admire About Them: “Hmm, that after everything he’s gone through, he is still standing, yes.”

♦ Something Physically Attractive: “His blush. He turns into a sakura mochi and it is adorable, yes.”

♦ Something Mentally Attractive: “He is stubborn. His mind is still his own, still fighting underneath it all. I find it impressive, yes.”

♦ A Memory of Them: “...He pushed me into the river.” The Raen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

♦ Something I Wish They Had: "Hmmmm...More time to find himself, perhaps.”

♦ A Change I’d Like to See in Them: “That he’d grow more comfortable with who he is. The real Kouuchou, not Oyabun’s Kouuchou, not Anikis’ or family’s Kouuchou. Just Kouuchou, yes?”

♦ What I Think They Think About Me: “...He respects me, I think? Or appreciates my company, maybe.”

♦ What I Would Do for Them: There was merely a quiet, contemplative hum and a shrug.

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💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? for Daisuke!

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While he doesn't write down every detail, Daisuke does definitely try to at least have the basics of a plan before doing something that might require one. Does that plan always work? No... no, usually not at all. But he still tries. Unlike certain people he knows...

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🎵 Daisuke

Music Meme

What I've Done - Linkin Park

I start again And whatever pain may come Today this ends I'm forgiving what I've done

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FFXIVWrite2023 - Prompt 03 - Answers (Extra Credit)

There were a number of reasons why Daisuke had waited until the middle of the night to leave the safety of the Yamagarasu house and travel halfway across the city. Even with the debts seemingly settled with the Akizuki clan, they weren't the only ones who would be delighted to take a piece out of Tachibana's former lapdog. Daisuke grimaced and rubbed his palm over the still pink and angry scar on his chest; they literally had taken a piece out of him. He didn't miss it, but the aftereffects still hurt.

The same could be said for the life he'd left behind. He didn't miss that old life - not in the slightest, nor would he ever return to it - but it still impacted everything he did.

The lax patrols of the Sekiseigumi allowed Daisuke to easily scale the outer wall and drop noiselessly into the overgrown courtyard of the old manor house. He had never seen the place so wild and unkempt. The surreality continued past the picked lock of the front door, through corridors of wooden floors coated in a furry film of dust that muted the faint rustle of his footsteps.

It was dark, empty, and silent as the grave. Daisuke navigated half by memory and half by his gloved fingertips tracing the walls. The first place where he found light was in Tachibana's office. It wasn't from the skylights that had offered illumination previous times he'd been there. No, in fact, the skylights were gone. The whole ceiling was gone. Scorched, paperless screens raised skeletal fingers toward the sky's remaining moon and ash and debris were thick on what remained of the tatami. Anything of value was long since gone, either destroyed or taken. But valuables and trinkets were not why Daisuke had come.

Daisuke bowed his head, allowing all the thoughts and memories, the pain and confusion and misery from those years that constantly nibbled at the edges of his mind, to swirl through him. There was catharsis in allowing it to overtake him in that place, bells ticking by unnoticed until he finally raised his head to see the hints of first light through the ruined roof.