Hello! Hope you’re okay♡! If you are still accepting requests, I have one after all this time agshj
I was wondering if I could please get either a headcanon post Or a scenario one (whichever is easier and more fun for you to do nowadays, honestly! I know you have a lot on your plate, and I’ll love either <3) with Yuma Tsukumo?
About a protective and gender neutral MC with a kinda ‘sixth sense’ for knowing when the boy needs comforting? And has a habit of sudden appearing outside his window at odd hours of the night to give comfort snuggles to him?
Thank you so much, and hope you have a lovely weekend ♡
you have fantastic timing bc I was struggling with everything else in my drafts dfghgfds
For someone so outgoing, Yuma has always had a problem with keeping his feelings to himself. You’re constantly catching him in the middle of someone else’s personal troubles; helping to find lost pets, challenging strangers to duels to figure out why they’re crying in the park. On the outside, through all of this, he seems fine— his smile is as bright as ever, his voice still a bit too loud. But on your nightly walks home together— and he has to walk you home, no matter how much you insist you’ll be fine by yourself— something feels off.
“...how’ve you been lately, Yuma?” For a moment you’re not sure he even heard you; he’s walking a few steps ahead, humming something loud and tuneless as he marches in the general direction of your house. But then he glances back over his shoulder at you, a grin painted on his face. He keeps marching.
“I took Astral to the pet store and showed him the hamsters!” Yuma snickers at the memory, and then brings one of his hands up to start counting off on his fingers. “I went up a tree to grab a kid’s kite yesterday— it got all tangled in the branches, but I was able to get it down without cutting the string. And this one kid said I’m really lucky, so he asked me to open his new pack of cards so it’d have something good, and you’ll never guess wh—!”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Yuma.”
Yuma’s voice trails off for a moment; he doesn’t meet your eyes, but he flashes a grin and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve been fine,” he says, although it’s much quieter than everything that came before it.
The two of you finally come to a halt in front of your home. Instead of hanging around to talk, Yuma only holds your gaze for a moment this time before he bows and says goodnight. You watch him walk away— at the end of your street he turns, looking back at you over his shoulder again, cracking another grin and waving as he finally steps out of sight.
He does it again the next night. You ask him about his day, and he dodges the question.same story the night after that, too— before you know it, a week has gone by, and Yuma has refused to tell you anything. Well he’s not getting away with it tonight.
You’ve been to the Tsukumo household plenty of times, so you had no trouble picking Yuma’s window out of the lineup. He tends to be a heavy sleeper, so you’d gotten there quickly, hopeful that he hadn’t dozed off quite yet. Standing under one of the trees in the yard, your shoes crunch on the grass, and you kick your sneakers around a bit until some gravel comes loose; finding a handful of decent-sized pebbles, you begin to toss them one at a time, watching them rattle and bounce off the glass.
Eventually, a glow forms in the window, a blob of light that pushes its way through the panes and forms more solidly above you. It’s Astral, rubbing his eyes as if you’d woken him too. He brightens once he recognizes you.
“Why do you not come in through the front door?” He asks in his soft voice, watching you stretch on your toes until you’re able to get a grip on a tree branch and pull yourself up.
You let out a strained laugh as you hoist yourself into the tree. “The house is dark, Astral,” you say, “so I’ve gotta do this the more interesting way, or Kari will have my head and Yuma’s.”
Astral seems shocked at that, his eyes widening as he floats alongside you, scrambling your way through the branches until you’re finally outside Yuma’s window. You knock against the glass, but nothing else stirs inside, so you turn back to Astral. “Let him know I’m here, will you?”
He nods, his face still twisted in contemplation as he phases back through the glass. Within moments, a faint pair of muffled voices is audible; finally you can see vague shapes moving through the panels, and the window rushes open, Yuma peering up at you. Despite the exhaustion clear on his body, he grins.
“Fancy meetin’ you here,” he snickers, pushing the window open farther so you have room to swing in. You jump, landing hard on the wooden floor, one of your limbs knocking against a stack of trinkets that had been left in a very inconvenient place. You gasp, Yuma hisses, Astral fumbles forward as if his ghostly hands have a chance of stopping it— none of you are fast enough, and everything tumbles to the floor with a resounding crash.
Everyone stops. Yuma’s wide eyes are fixed on the door to his room. You’re straining your hearing, waiting for the tell-tale thud of Kari’s footsteps or shriek of Lillybot’s alarms. It all stays quiet.
You and Yuma both sigh in unison, relieved that you’ve gotten away with sneaking in. He smiles up at you, unashamed of his messy pajamas or the state of his bedroom— he’s just happy to see you again, even though it’s been hardly a few hours since your last conversation.
“That’s the smile I was missing,” you whisper quietly, taking a few steps forward. Yuma’s face blinks into confusion, but you keep talking before he can say anything. “I know you don’t want to talk about whatever’s been bothering you, but—” you wrap your arms around him and pull him into what you hope is a comforting hug, “I’m here if you need me for anything, and I just wanted to remind you.”
For a moment, Yuma doesn’t move— you’re not even sure he’s breathing, pressed to your chest like that. But then his hands come up and take a tight hold of the back of your shirt, and he nuzzles his face against your neck until he can’t get any closer. His voice is muffled. “...Thank you.”
