They're technically genderless, but are male presenting and identifying. Their magic alligns with their identities, but can be changed. It's also not always present, so most of the time, they walk around with NO identifiable gendered traits.
Similarly, none of them are straight, but that's just a Monster Thing. Monsters on the whole are generally pan because they come in such a wide variety, but some have preferences (Undyne being mega gay, obv)
( 🚋 ) SYNOPSIS . . . after a heated argument with K, little did you expect that the last time you’d see him would be at his departure, after leaving you in silence for days.
( — ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!k x gn!reader FT. EJ &TEAM
( — ) WARNINGS . . . INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE “20TH CENTURY GIRL” (sorry guys), k and reader kinda frustrating ..
( 🚋 ) NOTE . . . Hi!! Super late Sorry!! but originally this wasn’t even gonna be angst if i be honest … but train station … 20th century girl … so yes!!! also pretend the pics above give christmassy vibes LMAO it js seemed right to keep it like this and yes i can hear u quivering miles away Ms Sonata 😊
Once again, and unsurprisingly, K had missed yet another hangout. You really tried waiting and being considerate, but not even him in sight. Seated alone in the cafe with two drinks you bought with your own money, frustration grew. The plans had been made two weeks prior, and despite K's assurances, he was nowhere to be found.
Unable to bear it any longer, you navigated to your contact list and pressed on his icon, hoping for an explanation. Anxiously biting your nails, you waited through two beeps until he answered with a casual, "Hello?" Your scoff was loud enough for him to hear, a response to his nonchalant greeting after ditching another hangout without any warning.
"Again?"
"Huh?" Did he genuinely believe he had the right to question you after what just happened?
"Are you serious right now? You just missed another hangout, K." His mumbled apology reached your ears, sounding like he was cursing himself for even forgetting. "Damn it—I'm so sorry, YN. Can I make it up to you tomorrow?"
"You've got to be kidding me." You couldn’t help the anger slowly rising in you. “I’m here, waiting in the cold for you just to not show up again?” The hot air escaped your mouth as you scoffed. “You know, you shouldn’t suggest ideas for a winter hangout if you’re just going to not appear.”
"It—it just slipped my mind! I'm sorry," K explained, but you weren't buying it. You've let him slide too many times.
“It just ‘slipped out of your mind’? We planned his hangout 2 weeks prior—you even promised to show up today! Do you think I’m really going to buy that bullshit?”
“I know, I shouldn’t have done that but—”
“You say this all the time. What the hell have you been doing?”
“Listen—I just…” You could hear him trail off, as if restraining himself from saying more. What could he be hiding that's so important? “I’ve been busy.”
“And so have I? But I've always spared time to hang out with you and show up to everything you schedule. And suddenly you can't show up to something we both agreed on? K, you're slowly becoming distant with me.”
“It's not like I'm trying to!” He lowered his tone, recognizing his anger taking hold. “I just couldn’t do it today. It’s just—it’s not something I can tell you that easily.”
“I'm your best friend, what the hell do you mean?”
“I—I can't say. Not right now.”
“You really have to be an idiot if you think I'm gonna believe that. This friendship can’t work if you’re like this.” You pushed your hair back in frustration. "I get it, you're busy. But this is a pattern, K. A pattern I can't keep ignoring," you stated firmly.
"I know, YN. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you," K continued apologizing.
"I've heard enough apologies, K. You're not the only one with a busy life," you replied, frustration evident in your voice.
"Please, just give me another chance."
But the more he apologized, the more irritated you became. "I need some space, K. Figure out what's going on with you. We'll talk later."
“But YN—”
“Just leave me alone, will you?” You angrily said, clearly sick of his pleading. “You clearly have no problem doing so, it seems like, anyways.” Without another word, you hung up, leaving K with the dial tone and a realization that he screwed up real bad.
And you’ve made it your goal to make him feel how you felt every time he ditches you.
DAY ONE. K attempted to act as if everything was okay, anticipating that you'd eventually give in and talk to him as you always did. Little did he know, you were determined to make him feel the weight of his actions—even if it felt harsh.
“Hey YN,” he greeted, met with your silent response.
“You need help?” you simply shook your head.
“Wanna go together?” He tried once more, but you walked away without a word.
Undoubtedly, a sense of guilt crept in, but the memory of that night kept replaying in your mind, fueling the anger you harbored toward him. K seemed to notice the shift, creating awkward moments and growing distant—much like that regrettable day.
You didn't care; in your eyes, it was deserved.
DAY THREE. You're enduring the silence longer than you initially thought. Ignoring him, refusing to even cross paths, felt strange considering how inseparable you used to be. School had become a bit dull without him, but you were determined to hold out for a week…right?
“Are you seriously not going to talk to him?” EJ asked, straw twirling between his fingers. “You're really creeping me out.” He says, as if you aren’t supposed to be the one creeped out by him instead for drinking an Iced Americano during the first days of winter.
“What do you mean?” you blew onto your cup, closing the lid back to take a sip of your coffee.
“You never hold grudges like this—what's up with you?”
“Okay...but he messed up.”
“Did you hear him out?” EJ maintained eye contact, sipping his drink. “Not blaming you or anything, just wondering.”
“Well…no.”
“YN…”
“Well—if he wanted to, he would’ve reached out by now!” you tried defending yourself, but he was already sighing.
“You’re both too stubborn, aren’t you guys?” EJ shook his head, smiling a little. “Give him another chance—oh look, he’s right there,” he pointed, making you whip your head around, only to turn back to EJ when your eyes accidentally met.
“I have to go,” you hurriedly grabbed your bag, saying a quick goodbye. “Thanks, EJ!”
“YN, your drink—” But you were already running off, footsteps following closely behind. You wanted him to reach out, yet here you were, fleeing and feeling like a loser. But facing him seemed unbearable in your current state of embarrassment.
“YN,” a familiar voice called out, a hand on your arm, pulling you toward him. His warmth had such a contrast from the chilling weather today. You turned around, finding K with a serious expression. “Can we please talk?”
You wanted to be petty. For some reason, having K reach out first, you weren't going to make it easy for him. “I don't think there's anything we need to talk about.”
“Can you stop being like that and just talk to me?”
“Like what? Just some lame excuse about why you're missing time with me?”
“It's not useless—” K scoffed, running his free hand through his hair, locking eyes with you. “Do you really think I'm just here to tell you the same stuff I've been saying all the time?”
“So you've been lying?”
“That's not what I'm trying to say—”
“I've heard enough.” You tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held on, disappointment evident in his eyes. “YN, what is so hard about sparing a minute of your day? Why is it so hard for you to fucking listen?”
You took a deep breath. “Me? How about you, huh? Have you ever listened to me? Do you think you have the right to say that to me with all this shit you’re doing to me?”
“YN—”
“Here’s your answer then. Because I've spent so much time waiting for you to explain, and you only choose to do it now.” You give him a stern look. “I’m tired of hearing your bullshit—your constant, useless reassurances when you clearly don’t keep your word!”
“I'm tired of waiting for you.”
“YN! Please–”
You turned on your heel, determined to walk away and put an end to the conversation. As you took your first steps, a part of you hoped he would chase after you, while another part was tired of hoping for something that seemed uncertain.
K stood there, conflicted. He debated in his mind whether to let you go or chase after you once again. He longed to. He longed to reveal everything to you. Yet, was it the right moment? Were you even in the proper state of mind to even grasp onto his words? Letting out a substantial sigh, K pivoted, reluctant as he was, and proceeded to walk away from you, leaving you both to walk on two different pathways.
DAY FIVE. K hasn't been showing up to class for the past two days. You felt guilty – you didn't know why, but you had this nagging feeling that it was somehow your fault. EJ quickly picked up on your changed demeanor, his face reflecting concern. As you walked home together, he blurted out, "Did you say goodbye to him?"
You turned to him, confusion etched on your face. You had no idea what EJ was getting at, and he wasn't sure if you even understood the gravity of his words. "Say goodbye to who?"
"To K...?" he hesitated, confirming his suspicions when your expression shifted to one of shock; you were completely unaware. EJ wished he could vanish on the spot.
"EJ, that's not funny." You looked at him, not seeing his joking face he’d usually have. “You’re joking…right?”
"Well, I'm being serious. I'm not the type to joke about that."
“Why did I have to say goodbye?”
“He’s leaving today, YN. Did he not tell you?”
“Can we please talk?” You didn’t hear him out.
“YN, what is so hard about sparing a minute of your day? Why is it so hard for you to fucking listen?” He wanted to tell you something important. It was your fault.
“YN! Please–” It was your fault. All yours. No one to blame this time.
“You mean like…right now?” You looked at EJ, hoping you still had time to make things right with K. With glossy eyes, you could see his hurt expression, knowing what you had put yourself through. “Yeah. About to leave at the train station nearby.”
“I have to go.”
“YN! Be careful; you might get hurt–” You didn’t care. You didn’t care if you were going to get scrapes on your legs, you didn’t care if EJ was yelling your name—nothing could hurt more than losing a best friend that you didn’t leave off on good terms.
You ran as fast as you could, disregarding the chill in the air and the sting in your lungs. The train station came into view, and there he was—K, standing with a suitcase, staring into the distance. Your heart raced as you approached him, a mix of relief and fear coursing through your veins.
"K!" you called out, breathless.
He turned to you, surprise and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "YN? What are you doing here?"
"I... I heard you were leaving," you panted, trying to catch your breath. "I had to see you before you go."
He sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I messed up, YN. I messed up big time, and I'm sorry."
"Let's talk about it," you urged, reaching out to touch his arm.
"I thought it was too late for a conversation," your heart shattered upon hearing those words. "But it was my fault anyway. I should've been truthful with you."
"Quit blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault—it was mine. I should've been more empathetic." Tears threatened to spill over as you maintained intense eye contact with him, your insides twisting with emotion.
“I didn’t mean to avoid you,” K began, his eyes searching yours for understanding.
“I know I messed up too,” you admitted. “I should have listened instead of shutting you out. I should’ve not said those things to you either.”
He nodded, a sad smile playing on his lips. “We both made mistakes, didn't we? But, let’s not worry too much about it—we’ll get over it like we always do. I’m leaving for a while, but I don’t want us to end like this. I care about you—damn, I even like you, YN," he said, causing you to gasp a little. "I’m sorry if this is too sudden—I just don’t know if I’d be able to tell you this any other day."
As you stood there, absorbing his unexpected confession, the reality of the situation sank in. "K, why didn't you tell me earlier?" you questioned, a mix of emotions clouding your mind.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I was scared, afraid it would ruin our friendship. But now, facing the distance, I couldn't hold it back any longer."
“K—” The train's arrival interrupted your conversation, and K looked at you with hopeful eyes. "I'll be back, YN. Let's talk when I return, okay?" he pleaded.
You nodded, and he pulled you into a hug, and for a moment, it felt like everything might be okay. “You should go,” K whispered, releasing you from the embrace.
“Take care, okay?” you said, holding back tears.
“You too, YN. I hope we can figure things out when I come back,” he said, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes.
"You promise to come back?"
"You know me. Who am I to fail to keep my promises—well, besides about the hangouts," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. You smiled, finding comfort in his smile. "Then can you promise me on this one, and try not to break it?"
"I promise," he extended his pinky finger, waiting for you to interlock with him. Once you did, the warmth of his hand—similar from last time—transferred to yours, making it such a bittersweet moment. He brought his hand closer, kissing the side of your hand. "Hope that wasn't too sudden."
He smiled at your blushing face, releasing your hand. He had noticed how little layers you were wearing—did you really run like this just to see him? Taking the scarf of his neck, he wrapped it around yours, looking at you lovingly. "I'll do something sweeter next time. See you later, yeah?" You nodded, and he finally carried his bags to the train.
As K stepped onto the train, you stood there, gazing into his tear-filled eyes. How badly he didn’t want to cry in front of you. Waving, you declared, "I like you too, K!"
His heart warmed slightly. "I can't hear you," he teased, as he would've done by your side. Smiling, you shouted, "I like you so much!"
The doors closed, and you glimpsed K crying. Witnessing his tears always tugged at your heartstrings, and your own tears flowed uncontrollably. The train started moving, and as K disappeared from view, you stood there with tears streaming down your face. The reality of his departure hit you hard. "Come back soon," you whispered to the wind, as if it could carry your message to him.
Your heart felt heavy, and you couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of loss. As you wiped away your tears, you realized how much K meant to you and how the abrupt end to your argument had turned into a farewell.
Walking away from the train station, you carried the weight of mixed emotions. The confession, the unspoken feelings, and the promise of a future conversation lingered in the air. Most importantly, the emptiness lingered, but the promise of a reunion kept you going. Determined to make things right when he returned, you whispered to yourself,
He has horrendous table manners due to having spent so long not knowing when and how much he’d be able to eat. Some of the problems he has – he eats too fast, practically wolfing the food down without tasting it. He leans over his plate and wraps his hand around it, just in case anyone gets the smart idea to try to take his food from him. He’ll chew with his mouth closed. He’ll eat with his fingers if it’s quicker and possible. He doesn’t really care too much, but he’ll try to correct his bad eating habits whenever someone gets on him about them or teases him about them.
His passwords to his phone and on his debit card spell ‘FUCK’.
He actually really likes playing match-3 games on his phone. He finds them really relaxing. He’s really embarrassed about it though as he figures other’s will consider them ‘girly’ or ‘dumb’ but when he has down-time and knows nobody else will see his phone screen, he plays them.
He loves the look of braids on people with long hair. It could be boys, girls, or people of indiscriminate gender. Braids just look hella cool to him and he wishes he could learn to braid. Anna doesn’t mind him learning on her.
Another thing Eric and Anna do together? Crafting. Eric doesn’t mind so much, though he pretends he’s only doing it because he has to. Truth be told, though? He really likes playing around with the hot glue gun.
He has mild aphantasia and has a hard time mentally picturing something. He can think of the idea of that thing and can tell you what it would look like, but the image doesn’t really compute in his mind.
He wants to learn to drive. Kamamoto was teaching him but it only took one driving lesson before Kamamoto refused to let him behind the wheel again. Eric hopes to save up enough money for actual driving lessons so he can get his license and a used vehicle.
Problem is that Eric is lousy with money. He cannot keep to a budget. Money burns a hole in his pocket and he’s more a spender than a saver.
While he doesn’t like socks for the most part, he’d actually like those brightly striped toe socks. They’re dorky but they make him smile.
He prefers knock-off Converse to the actual brand name. There’s a lower arch for the most part on the knock-offs and he has flat feet.
He uses whatever toiletries are cheap, normally bought from a convenience store or something like a dollar store. Suave would be one of his go-to brands, especially the fruity smelling ones.
He likes apples but hates apple pies. There’s something about the texture of cooked apples that gives him the ick.
He doesn’t get podcasts and finds them boring. Though he can’t get himself to settle down and read, he does like audiobooks though.
The idea of being married doesn’t really appeal to him. While he has his romantic side, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever want to be someone’s husband and a father.
He gets into a lot of fights at workplaces, because he tends to rebel against any perceived authority figure, and he gets fired because of disrespect or outright fighting quite a bit more than he should.
Kusanagi is one of the references on Eric’s resume.
Blue is his favourite colour, both for clothing and in general.
He likes the idea of Santa and wishes he could’ve believed in Santa as a kid. It oddly touches him the first time the others make sure he gets a gift from Santa, even though he knows theoretically that the other’s were the ones to buy him the gift.
this one time i had the idea that adam tripped over on the altar at their wedding and i cannot look at that man the same way ever again
He fuckin would and Barbara would still say “I do”
Barb would straight up look at him scrambling to get back up and fix his suit and glasses like a huge ass nerd and she’d be thinking “I’ve committed to this man for god knows how long and this whole ass wedding is gonna bind me to him for an indefinite amount of time. This man, who obsesses over cryptids and a highly-detailed model of a suburban town that takes up 90% of the living room of the house we’re moving into after this.... This man...” and then he gives her that goofy, awkward smile and she’s just like “Oh fuck yeah I do.”
please,, drop an ask,, ships? Yeah man anything goes. Aus? Man that's what UP keep it comin. Tea? Mmmm sis yes please spill. Nsfw? Honestly maybe not anything explicit,,,,,,, I'm a baby,,,,,, but y'all let's talk K!
• Misaki is a short girl. Very smol. Probably 5’0. (Actually is 4’11 and a quarter, but she insists that she is 5’0) • Her style doesn’t change at all. She loves baggy clothes and her beanie. • When she was in school, she 100% wore shorts underneath her skirt. • Smol boobies. They exist, it just took a very long time for them to grow and she never quite exceeded an a cup. • (Prefers sports bras over regular bras.)• Hey! They’d just get in the way while fighting though right?! Right?! • Saruhiko teases the hell out of her for being short and for being flat. • He is constantly calling her a Loli.• Aya tried getting her to wear makeup when she was younger but she H A T E D it. It felt heavy and weird and made her look weird. • The guys at HOMRA were a bit more protective at first because smol girl who was younger than them was fighting, but they quickly learned that Misaki can hold her own and doesn’t need any kind of protection. • Her hair is almost always worn down and is almost always messy. What’s the point in making it look nice is she’s just gonna stick a beanie over it?• Misaki is mega embarrassed over her period….until she starts living with Saruhiko. She started off trying to hide her tampons/pads in the back of the cabinet and being really really low key about it all because her mother always taught her that she shouldn’t talk about it with guys cause it would gross them out. • Then, one day when it was Saruhiko’s turn to get groceries (which meant that he would go and buy a bunch of junk and she’d have to go out afterwards to get anything of actual substance) she realized she was out of her products. She didn’t think much of it since she had to go out anyways. But, when Saruhiko got back he tossed a box on her lap without a single word and completely shrugged it off when she asked about it. ‘You needed them right? So shut up and stop complaining.’ • (She also lowkey thought that she was dying when he got her first period) • Living with someone who isn’t freaked out by that makes it way easier to not care. • Most of the guys at HOMRA are mature enough to not care either. Though, she does get the rare ‘it’s her time of the month’ comment when she is especially irritable. • Chitose flirts with her a bit, but it’s all just teasing her to get her worked up/flustered. He’d never actually do anything with her. • She is still incredibly protective of girls, hating it when guys mess with them since she knows not all girls can protect themselves as well as she can. • She gets really pissed when people underestimate her just because she is a girl. • Though it’s just that much more satisfying when she releases the wrath of Yatagarasu onto them
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That’s all I got for now! Sorry it took so long ((I say as if there isn’t a bunch of crap in my inbox that has been there for a hell of a long time)) I wrote most of it and then had to leave the house and totally forgot about it until now!
