Ah, my Roman Empire... So, time for one of the best comedian anime know it the world - Nanbaka. And it's main character Jyugo/Jugo!
He as your boyfriend
[ The actions take place based on the manga's plot, not the anime's, so the behavior patterns may seem foreign to you. Potential deviations from canon!!! ]
This damn trashy translate, ugh...
Jyugo as your boyfriend isn’t a story about love at first sight. It’s a story about silence, about careful touches, and about a love that is born where someone has spent their whole life afraid of themselves.
He doesn’t know how to court beautifully. He doesn’t understand how to flirt properly, misses hints, sometimes literally freezes if you look at him for too long. His love isn’t loud. It’s quiet, deep, and almost frighteningly serious.
At first, he keeps his distance. Not because he doesn’t want you, but because he’s afraid. Jyugo knows too well that something dangerous lives inside him. All his life he’s been told he’s a weapon, an experiment, a mistake. And the thought that you might get hurt because of him gnaws at him more than any fear of prison ever could.
But if you stay. If you don’t step back. He begins to change.
Jyugo as a boyfriend is silent glances that hold more feeling than other people’s confessions. He can sit beside you for hours without saying a word and be completely happy. For him, your mere presence is already a gift.
He isn’t jealous in a hysterical way. He’s jealous quietly. Restrained. When someone stands too close to you, his gaze darkens, his movements grow tense. He won’t make a scene, but he’ll step closer. A little nearer than usual. His hand will lightly brush yours, as if reminding you: “You’re with me.”
And there’s so much careful possessiveness in that gesture it makes your heart skip.
Jyugo doesn’t say “I love you” often. Those words are hard for him. But he shows it. He remembers how you like your tea hot or slightly cooled. He remembers that you get tired of people, but not of quiet moments together. He learns to notice the smallest shifts in your mood, because he himself lives in a world of suppressed emotions and reads micro-expressions too well.
Are you anxious? He won’t laugh or dismiss it. He’ll quietly sit beside you. His palm warm, slightly rough, will cover yours. He isn’t good with words, but his voice grows softer, lower, calmer.
“I’m here.”
And he truly is. Not for a second, but for the long run.
When his power slips out of control, that’s when he’s most afraid. Not for himself, for you. He might pull away, shut down, turn cold, just to avoid hurting you. And you’ll have to patiently break through that wall.
But when he finally understands that you don’t see him as a monster - he allows himself to be weak for the first time.
Jyugo who's resting his head on your shoulder.
Jyugo who's hugging you carefully, as if afraid of breaking you.
Jyugo who's falling asleep beside you and, for the first time, sleeping peacefully.
Physical closeness for him isn’t about passion - it’s proof that this is real. Warm fingers laced with yours. Forehead to forehead. Slow, rare kisses awkward but sincere. He learns it gradually, as if mastering a new language.
He doesn’t like noise. He doesn’t like conflict. If tension appears between you, he’ll withdraw first. Go quiet. Process everything inside himself. But if you approach him first, he won’t push you away. He listens. And he tries. He truly tries.
And he’s surprisingly gentle in small things. Brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Lightly touching your back just to make sure you’re there. Watching you with such quiet focus, as if you’re the only safe place in his world.
Yes, he has a dark side. In moments of rage his gaze turns predatory, his movements sharp, his voice someones else's....unfamiliar. But with you, he learns to come back. You are his anchor. His humanity.
To love Jyugo means accepting his fears. His silence. His past. And to be loved by him means feeling like the only person he’s willing to fight not the prison for, but himself.
And if one night he quietly whispers, barely brushing your temple:
“I don’t want to lose you”
know that it’s the most sincere confession he’s capable of.
