BSD characters: singing headcanons
Atsushi sings like he wants to soothe, voice warm and gentle with a smile that wraps around you like a blanket. There’s a lullaby in his tone, but you just don’t fall asleep because if you do you’ll miss that cozy sweetness. If you stay a little while, you might find yourself a new friend.
Yosano sings like she’s friends with the night, words fluttering lovely and smooth from ear to ear, soul to soul. Within her voice is a new beginning, the promise of a love to be unlocked from its cocoon. Listen as it takes flight.
Dazai sings like he wants you to wonder, but no matter how closely you tip your ear he keeps firm to the enigma. Every word holds a secret beneath the smirks and playful winks. But maybe it’s less about drawing it out and more about hearing long enough to learn his heart.
Lucy sings like it could ease the pain, and maybe it does, as even with every song leaving her in tears she’s smiling. Her voice shakes and shatters and melts back into itself all over again, the past raw and sharp, but it’s ultimately the hope of now that rings out. The hope of home.
Chuuya sings like the fire in his bones can’t be put out, and he burns so bright. The song simmers with something dangerous, and how terrifying he is to be so mesmerizing. His words are a growl, fierce and free, because sometimes it’s the only freedom he knows how to feel.
Higuchi sings like she can’t contain her heart as it spills into every word, slipping and tripping over itself to please be heard, felt, seen as she gives that which she dreams to find. Her voice embarks on a quest for connection. In a love song of one, she leaves space for the person who will someday sing back.
Tachihara sings like half of himself is buried away, voice just short of true. His songs are fun, yes, but he fights the melody as though reluctant to trust it. Maybe it’s himself he can’t trust, even as the lyrics invite him to open up and just see.
Gin sings like she doesn’t need to make you hear, a gently intentional sound that won’t become the song because the song bows to her, knowing better than to hide her voice. Listening reveals that volume isn’t always needed to command a room. Delicacy, too, can be strong.
