Thank you for reading! I wanted to draw for at least one day/prompt for this event, and this is the first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt "Birdsong". I've had this scenario in my head for a very long time now, so I'm glad this prompt gave me some opportunity to finally draw it lol
Btw, it was inspired from this message from the KHR Mobage 🤣🤣🤣 (unfortunately, it shut down...)
A small note for the song translation I used here, is that this is the version from Sou's translation, instead of the official/popular(?) one. Anyway, I'll see if I can draw something for the other two days of this event too!
Hello everyone, the KHRRarepair Week mods are happy to reveal the KHR Hanami mini-event prompts for 2025!
Day 1: Blizzard | Birdsong
Day 2: Hyacinth | Rain
Day 3: Nest | Lilac
The event will run from March 21st to March 23rd. We will be using the tag #khrhanami2025 to track all submission so please make sure to include it in the first 5 tags of the post.
As always, all forms of fanworks are encouraged, from fanmixes and moodboards to fan art and fanfiction.
For more information please follow the links below!
Gonna be honest, the direction for this one is powered by 1% planning and a dream asdjfbshvshdfvsd BUT WHAT MATTERS IS THAT I COMPLETED ALL THREE DAYS FOR KHR HANAMI 2025!!! ALSO FIRST GIORIN SHIP ART POST!!!
The story here should depict Rinko's second visit to Italy. During her first one, she met and befriended Giotto, but Ryuuka wasn't with her. This time though, Ryuuka tagged along hahahaha Kriya can take care of their home base while they're gone lmao
Figuring out this one as I go made me want to eat my hands, because Rinko has so much romance initiative in her bones compared to the teenagers in the main story 🤣🤣🤣🤣 She's just built different like that fr fr
Can I also rant about the fact that the direction for Giotto's middle fringe keeps on changing like what the hell sjhfvhsvfhsd
Anyway, I have nothing else to yap about now. Between this and grinding for my other long term projects for KHRe, my brain is simply just so cooked. Thank you for reading!
For Day 2, I decided to draw fanart for Takeshi and @melonchanverse's OC Nadeko! I wanted to draw fanart for them, so the prompt for Day 2 is a good opportunity 🥰🥰🥰Rainy scenes are usually dark and dull in color, but I wanted this one to have light and vibrant colors instead like in Hon/eywo/rks MVs (because what's going on between them is anything but dark and dull 😏✨).
Summary: The rain is annoying, but not nearly as much as the Vongola brat crammed under Xanxus’s umbrella.
Xanxus scowls, shifting his weight as cold rain pelts against the pavement. The only thing keeping him from getting soaked is the damn umbrella Squalo had shoved into his hand before storming off with Cavallone. Unbelievable. One minute, they were supposed to be heading back after picking up some stupid reports from the Vongola base. The next, Cavallone tripped—because of course he did—splashing water all over the shitty shark’s precious papers, and now they had to go back, leaving him stuck here.
And with who?
Xanxus side-eyes the Vongola brat standing just close enough to avoid the worst of the downpour. The too-pretty pale-skinned Cloud Guardian, the one with the tonfas that had given him some trouble during the Ring Battles. Xanxus grimaces at the thought before promptly stuffing it into the mental void where his inconvenient memories go to die. Damn it, what was this brat’s name again? H-something. Hibiki? Hibachi? No, that isn’t right. Squalo would know, but Squalo had abandoned him to deal with this himself.
Rain drips from the edge of the umbrella, splattering against the brat’s coat.
“You’re getting water on my coat,” comes the cool, unimpressed remark.
Xanxus barely suppresses an eye-roll. “Tch. Not my problem, Cloud Man.”
H-something crosses his arms, gaze cutting like a blade. “Hold it properly. Or is even basic coordination too much for the infamous Varia boss?”
This little shit.
What the hell's taking Squalo so damn long?
The brat then, with the audacity of a bold pigeon, steps into Xanxus’s space, crowding in like he could physically dislodge Xanxus from the center of the umbrella’s coverage. The movement is deliberate, aggravating, and too damn close.
Xanxus is ready to shove him off, but the air is damp and cold, and suddenly there’s heat. The solid press of whatever-his-name-is against his side, warmth cutting through the miserable chill and the multiple layers of clothing. It’s, quite frankly, offensive.
“The hell do you think you’re doing? Back off,” Xanxus growls, and pushes back against the brat to make space. “And if you’re gonna whine about a little water, get your own fucking umbrella.”
Hibiki-Hibachi doesn’t budge, which jogs something in Xanxus’ memory—for someone so scrawny and with a face like a porcelain doll, the brat is a lot stronger than he looks. “I don’t need one,” he says, tone clipped. “My men always handle it. You, on the other hand, are completely useless.”
Xanxus scoffs. “What, you want me to hold it over you like you’re some kind of princess?”
The brat glares. “I’ll bite you to death.”
The thing is, Xanxus had been feeling worn down by jet lag after the trip to Japan. Now, he actually wants to fight this Cloud punk. Because this? This is unbearable. The cold rain, the way it contrasts with the warmth pressing in beside him... hnngh.
There’s only one way to fix this, Xanxus decides: violence.
In one sharp motion, Xanxus flips the umbrella around and swings it like a bat straight at the brat’s head.
The Cloud moves fast, too fast, his tonfa already raised by the time the umbrella swings down—
CRACK.
The umbrella takes the full brunt of the hit instead. The thin metal frame bends, fabric tears, and it snaps completely in half.
Silence.
The rain keeps pouring. The two of them stand there, thoroughly drenched, contemplating the sad, broken remains of their only protection from the downpour.
The Cloud smiles, acting as if he isn’t soaked to the bone and his white shirt isn’t clinging obscenely to his chest like the cover of a bad romance novel cover. “Tired already?”
“Nah,” Xanxus allows, feeling generous today. “Not until I make you deepthroat those tonfas of yours, princess.”
Tilting his head slightly, the Cloud eyes Xanxus with what could pass as genuine consideration. “That kind of profanity violates the Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee’s code,” he says evenly, his smile sharpening into a predatory smirk as he speaks. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
Whatever the soaked Vongola brat, looking way too good dripping wet, is mumbling about makes no damn sense to Xanxus, but he laughs anyway, grin loose and hungry, as he yanks his guns from their holsters. Maybe it’s worth learning this kid’s name after all.
Xanxus charges.
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The steady, indifferent rain washes away the footprints, the blood, and any immediate evidence of violence—except for one thing.
A nearly unrecognizable umbrella lies discarded in a puddle, bent at odd angles, fabric shredded like something out of a crime scene.
Squalo and Dino stop in their tracks.
Eyes on the wreckage, Dino frows. “Should we… look for them?”
Squalo stares at him like he’s just suggested something truly moronic. “Hah? Hell no. Let ‘em kill each other, I ain’t getting between those two.”
Dino hesitates. “But what if Kyoya—”
Squalo is already turning on his heel, flicking rain from his hair in frustration. “Nope. Don’t care. Not my problem. Let’s go, Cavallone, before you make me waste any more of my goddamn time.”
Dino sighs, but follows.
The broken umbrella lies there, abandoned. The rain keeps falling.
Somewhere in the distance, there’s a thunderous gunshot, followed by the metallic clash of metal on metal.
