#kentoposting.

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while i do subscribe to the fanon opinion that kento was into mcr, i have always liked to think of him as a fall out boy and paramore fan. [shoko got him into paramore]. perhaps also nirvana and soundgarden, there are a lot of 90's grunge on his ipod. but, also jeff buckley. and soft jazz music, some swing. anyways. one day, i'm going to educate myself more on more japanese bands and artists so my music headcanons don't only revolve around western music. but, those are some bands/artists/genres i think he'd jam to.

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because kento values any sleep he can get, his bedroom is as comfortable as possible. blackout curtains, air setting always set to the optimal temperature for him, silk pillowcases, weighted blanket at the ready should it be needed, cooling eye mask (doesn’t always use), ambient lighting, water carafe on the bedside table.

he often prefers to sleep at his own place, but if sleeping over, he can make do and isn’t too picky. but, will prefer not to make it consecutive nights if it can be helped. if it will be consecutive nights, he packs anything he feels he needs in order to be comfortable and get a good night’s rest.

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WHAT IS YOUR LOVESWEETSONA?

in order from top left clockwise ... kento, shoko, suguru, vihana !

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i think a lot about how i’d characterize kento’s parents and i always think about that scene in parks and rec when april’s family is introduced and they’re all warm and bubbly and i think it’d be funny for comedic effect to have a similar dynamic but it makes me sad because to me, it’d make sense why he keeps away from them because they’re so kind and warm and human and he doesn’t want to taint that.

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i have absolutely no issue with the papamin agenda. it's adorable and i love the fanart that i see of it. but, it's not something i choose to adopt in my portrayal of kento. my kento's feelings towards the students don't lean paternal, but rather that of a mentor and a protector in lots of ways. but, not something that i'd describe as paternal. not even towards yuji. he doesn't want to assume responsibility over them in that sense because as much as he wants to be there for people, he also can't shoulder it. not in that sense, at least.

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what kind of i love you are you ?

shoko ... i love you and i wish you knew just how much: the pining, the aching, the wishing, and hoping; it's what you whisper to yourself under the cover of darkness as you fall asleep thinking of them. it's the text you've typed out and deleted before sending at least a dozen times. it's the countless pictures of them you have of them on your phone, the home screen image of their smile that you know will give you away the next time they jokingly swipe your phone. it sits restless and suffocating at the back of your throat. rip dude, i know how that is.

kento ... i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you: it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.

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which private expression of love do you most represent?

shoko ... silence and static over the phone: both of your eyes are closed. you both want to say it but neither of you are speaking. if you listen closely, and focus on their breathing, it’s almost like they’re there with you. when one of you finally breaks the silence with a whisper, they sound so close that your stomach aches.

kento ... watching someone brush their teeth: it’s intimacy in unusual places. seeing their bare shoulder as they step out of the shower and ask you to pass them a towel. kissing with morning breath. they see you when you ugly cry, and get cut off in traffic, and take out your anger on a text book. you see them with the flu, talking in their sleep, exhausted from a day of work. you go to buy the groceries together: orange juice, eggs, a loaf of bread. none of it is mundane, not when you’re with them. you buy toothbrushes together in complementary colours and they sit together in your bathroom, perfect beside each other. you catch their eye in the mirror and for the first time, everything feels alright.