I'm gonna go with the obvious 'theater kid' vibes, but obviously in an affectionate way. You give the vibe of a musical's main character coming out and singing their big 'this is me' song and it gets the audience so hyped and happy, and it just brings the entire atmosphere of the theatre up. That and/or the moment where all the cast comes out to take a bow at the end while the audience cheers.
You just remind me of a very hype and uplifting moment during a musical, is the point being made.
I think you already know I gotta recommend Byakuya for Makoto :)
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「 ☆ 」 ❝ Komaru, I don’t have time for this! ❞ Makoto complains as he rushes into his room, moving to slam the door shut. However any bite that the action might have held is ruined by the abrupt stop, Makoto growling under his breath as the door halts a few inches away from its grand moment, instead being carefully shut to avoid any damage or thunderous sounds. Face flushing further at the raucous laughter he hears on the other side, he allows a small smack of his palm against the door. Grimacing as his tiny bit of defiance only spurs on his sister’s amusement, Makoto sighs and rests his back against the door.
Slumping down to the ground, head bumps against the wood with a soft thud, Makoto’s face scrunching with discomfort at the faint throbbing it entices. ❝ … Ow. ❞ He blandly complains, mind too preoccupied to offer a stronger reaction. Gazing at his ceiling, Makoto replays the conversation with his sister in his head. It hadn’t started out strangely. No more so than usual. Prone to teasing one another— upbeat Komaru more liable to finding the right things to poke playful fun at —it was only a matter of time before his sister honed in on her target for the day. It wasn’t anything new either. Ever since Byakuya took an interest in Makoto’s studies, for reasons he can’t comprehend nearly as well as the subjects he’s now being tutored on, Komaru had taken an apparent interest in the progeny.
At first, Makoto had assumed she harbored a crush on his classmate. Which was understandable. Byakuya is handsome, after all. Makoto world dare say he’s beautiful. Intelligent too. With the presence of nobility and the apparent confidence of someone well aware of it. Sometimes Makoto wonders how much of that self-assurance is genuine. It’s hard for him to imagine ever being so certain of his own worth. Still, fabricated or not, the fact that Byakuya can hold himself with such domineering energy is impressive in itself. Anyone would admire him. Makoto was worried, figuring it could only end in heartache for his sister. There’s no way someone of Byakuya’s standing would accept anyone less than a goddess on earth. As much as he adores Komaru, Makoto couldn’t see her down-to-earth charm managing to captivate his classmate.
Now, however? Makoto worries for a far different reason.
Running his hands over his face with a groan, he peeks through his fingers, trying to will his cheeks to stop burning his palms. Wide eyes barely seeing in front of himself, too engrossed by the thoughts swimming behind them, he feels his heart hammering away in his ears, drowning out the fading snickers of his sister. Good. She’s leaving… Closing his eyes, he sucks in a few calming breaths. Holding it for as long as he can— he can’t remember the exact number he’s supposed to —before gasping for air when he takes too long trying to remember. It’s fine. At least struggling to breathe gives him something else to worry about for a few moments.
Running a hand through his hair, messy locks fall across his face, his ahoge popping up with no remorse as soon as small fingers pass it by. ‘ Want your room to look nice for your boyfriend, huh? ’ What had Komaru meant by that? Further more, when Makoto had hastily tried to dispute her playful comment, she made a far more curious one. ‘ C’mon, Makoto- I know you liiiiiiiike him~ ’ THAT had sent Makoto retreating to his room, a panic shooting through his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. Brows knit as he contemplates, Makoto stands up and goes to fix his bed. Tugging on the wrinkled bedspread, it isn’t until he’s made and remade the same corner that he groans and falls face first onto the blanket. Whines muffled, he rolls onto his back with a huff, legs hanging off the edge and arms splayed out to the sides.
I know you like him… I know you like him.
❝ … Do I like him? ❞ It’s a mumbled question, as if scared others will hear it. Stomach twists in response, the tightness in his chest seconding the notion in case he still misses the obvious. Yeah, Byakuya is amazing. A hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out a carefully folded lollipop wrapper. The first sign he’d been given that Byakuya cared about his existence. Cared enough to want him to stop crying, anyway. Which is more than most. As time passed, Byakuya didn’t fail to keep surprising Makoto. One selfless act after the other, sometimes veiled in contempt… but never failing to make Makoto feel oddly special regardless. Studying the wrapper between his fingers, he carefully puts it back in its proper place. The paper weighs heavier than usual in his pocket, Makoto feeling its presence as if it were burning him.
How had he not noticed it before?
Grimacing, Makoto rolls over and grabs his pillow, hugging it closely to his chest, curling his body around it as much he can. Face buries against the plush surface, eyes squeezed shut. As if that’ll block out the internal storm that such a simple statement— a simple realization had wrought upon him.
Byakuya would like to give Kentaro a little kiss. He would like to make sure everyone knows that’s His Boyfriend <3
❔ - ❝ --! ❞ For the same effect as the kiss, they could have drank 5 extra-sugary sodas; buzzing, gently trembling, heart skipping beats, the urge to collapse. But - for once, instead of going into a panic, they press their shoulders together - theirs & Byakuya’s, & make sure to lean into him gingerly.
❝ I don’t think you have any idea how wrapped around your finger I am. Scary. ❞ Still quaking, they lean over & peck him right back. Oh, they’re his boyfriend, alright. All his. //-
I am so sorry if I am sending this ask twice but I'm p sure I got an error message the first time I tried. anyway. when I was about 11 I was fixated on animaniacs and since I'm Neurodivergent TM I tend to just Make Sounds. so I picked up some of Pinky's interjections as Sounds That Are Good To Make. and now that the reboot has rekindled my love for these dumb gay mice, I, a whole college student, might start saying narf again.
Don’t worry I only got it once! That is very wholesome and cute. :) Pinky’s tics are legit. And I know Rob Paulsen just loves saying narf because people smile every time without fail. It makes sense that those are good sounds to make.
Maybe not my single cutest headcanon, but I imagine that Wakko’s sweater was passed down to him from Yakko even though it still fit Yakko bc he noticed how much his lil sib liked it :) He probably likes to give things to his siblings and make things for them when he can
What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?
IT IS A CUTE HEADCANON! It’s sort of in line with my own idea that Dot’s flower was a gift from Wakko.
