How generous is imayoshi, hananiya and seto with their money? Are they invested in economy in general and do they spoil their s/o with expensive gifts to brag or rather not because they're cheap? I want answers to this because I've always been interested in the kirisaki daichi being a rich school (i just tossed imayoshi into this, although I've always seen him as some kind of bohemian nomad lol, my headcanon. If you want, please let me know your thoughts on that as well! Imayoshi is a treasure)
Seto Kentaro
lowkey seto strikes me as the kinda rich person who has no idea how much things cost
as in, he doesn’t particularly buy much anyway - scrolling through online shopping sites tires him out, let alone going outdoors to buy something in person
but when he does buy something, half the time it’s for way more than what he should have paid for it (to be fair, that’s probably also cause he’s grown up in tokyo, so is used to higher prices)
long story short, seto has ‘academically intelligent but very much lacking in any common sense’ energy
as far as spoiling an s/o goes, don’t expect much from seto - he won’t shower you with gifts, majorly cause he wouldn’t know where to start
but, on your birthday/valentine’s/etc, if he gets you a present, it’ll probably be on the more pricey side (but very good quality, will last you a while though)
Hanamiya Makoto
if you’ve been reading this blog for any amount of time, you’ll know that i hc hanamiya not coming from a particularly well-off family (see more info here), so he’s somewhat on the stingy side
he buys himself books secondhand (also necessary cause he reads pretty fast), notebooks too, and he doesn’t spend unnecessarily ever
cause he probably doesn’t have time for a part-time job, with his commitment to the basketball team (though i wonder if he occasionally gets editing gigs or some similar freelancing work in the summer to earn a little extra cash), and he doesn’t want to spend his mother’s hard-earned money either
anyway, with that in mind, it’s no wonder that hanamiya keeps gift giving to a minimum - and he’s also more likely to give you a gift that’s cheaper, but definitely something you’ll like
honestly the only time hanamiya might buy something more expensive is if he’s out with his rich boy buddies, but that’ll be bought 100% with his own savings
Imayoshi Shouichi
imayoshi’s vibes are so whack that he definitely has some bohemian vibes (though more in the sense that he’s Mr Reject Modernity, rather than being exceptionally creative/optimistic)
i do feel like imayoshi knows a good amount about economics (hell i think he knows a good amount about everything)
but the fact that he doesn’t bet money despite being pretty knowledgeable about horse racing, makes me think that he’s careful with his money
i'm guessing imayoshi’s from a solidly middle class family too, so he wasn’t raised to be a lavish spender either
plus, it’s very possible that he either grew up in osaka, another city in kansai, or maybe even the countryside - either way, life in tokyo will have proven more costly
again, don’t expect him to shower you with gifts but do expect the occasional very weird gift, and the occasional lack of a gift on a birthday or whatnot
he’s not massively stingy though; he has a collection of very random shit in his room that he paid for, for no particularly reason (alongside a bunch of cheap and broken glasses that he used to wear)
imayoshi’s room be like: some very high quality fishing gear, some very cheap and poor quality fishing gear, a random piece of god-knows-what that he fished out of the local river, a wind-up radio (from susa? for susa? no one will ever know), a bunch of horse racing magazines that he paid very little for, some samurai films that he paid a suspicious amount for
Does the rest of Kirisaki Daiichi team know that Hanamiya is still scared of Imayoshi?
To answer this, we’ll run through a lil transcript of chapter 126 where the boys discuss Imayoshi.
Yamazaki: Hey, your senpai’s amazing. He’s actually smarter than you, isn’t he, Hanamiya?
For starters, ‘senpai’ tells us that the team is already aware of Hanamiya’s relationship with Imayoshi, but the ‘actually’ could suggest that Hanamiya may have not told them fully just how good Imayoshi is - and this idea is highlighted by Yamazaki’s big old smirk in the panel. Furuhashi and Seto also have their eyes turned to Hanamiya (suggesting they’re also surprised by how well Imayoshi’s performing). Only Hara seems to not care less - either Hanamiya had an honest conversation with him about Imayoshi, or he’s too focused on watching how Imayoshi’s marking Kuroko (possible as only a match ago he was in Imayoshi’s position).
Hanamiya, with a frown: You’re annoying, shut up
To Hanamiya, the idea of anyone being smarter than him is just insulting - plus he doesn’t appreciate jokes at his expense.
Hanamiya, carrying on, but without a particularly emotional gaze, watching the game: I don’t know about intelligence …but I wouldn’t want to compete at things like poker with him.
The fact that he doesn’t completely dismiss the intelligence remark, and the fact he admits there are things in which Imayoshi is stronger than him, is very telling. He’s being a lot more respectful, and humble, than one would expect of Hanamiya - this is reflected in a very confused Yamazaki beside him, saying ‘what?’ as he talks.
Hanamiya: Reading the opponent’s mind from their facial expressions and habits - he’s a monster when it comes to playing mind games. He’s completely aware of whatever Kuroko’s thinking. No one is better than him at doing what others don’t want.
These are the key words really. You wouldn’t expect such blatant praise from Hanamiya - and this is praise, because this is exactly the type of thing he would admire - which suggests that he holds Imayoshi in high esteem. ‘Course, Hanamiya enjoys his current play style (and I don’t think he’d ever fully stop using it, even if there was no need for it), but there is definitely some jealousy in him as regards Imayoshi’s methods.
And this is backed up by Hanamiya’s words earlier in the chapter, wherein he tells Seto that Imayoshi’s the ‘right one’ to stop Kuroko, and that ‘no one has a worse personality’ than Imayoshi. He’s grinning when he makes the first point, so it’s safe to presume that he’s grinning when making the second, and that there’s a hint of pride in Imayoshi being such an awful dude. (That’s his senpai, after all!)
The whole idea about Hanamiya being scared of Imayoshi is perpetuated by what follows this scene in the anime - seen below in the NG-shuu/blooper version:
Honestly, this segment is clearly just for entertainment, so I wouldn’t take it as canon. But, if it was canon, Hanamiya would be rightfully spooked that Imayoshi heard him from all that way, maybe even a little embarrassed.
And while I’m discussing Hanamiya/Imayoshi’s relationship, let me mention that the information we get about the coaching situation of Kiridai, we get from Imayoshi.
Fujimaki uses Hanamiya and Imayoshi to give us information on the other. This, combined with Hanamiya being the player that Imayoshi has his eyes on, tells us just how close their relationship is. Look at Imayoshi’s grin as corrects his teammate; you can’t tell me he’s not proud of Hanamiya. Personally, I’d like to think that Hanamiya was the one to tell Imayoshi that the coach quit (a way of showing off to his senpai), because there’s no other way of Imayoshi having found out; the school wouldn’t want people to think that they couldn’t hire a coach, that’s probably why the supervisor was taken to the match. (Look how uninterested he appears.)
In conclusion
Imayoshi was definitely a factor in making Hanamiya the monster he is in high school. (I suspect that their middle school basketball team was very powerful with the two of them on it, but the fact that Hanamiya’s an uncrowned king, rather than Imayoshi, makes me think that Imayoshi took up a supporting role in matches, and let Hanamiya shine. This then lends itself to why Imayoshi’s keeping his eyes on Hanamiya; he wants to see what the demon he helped create will become etc)
What might be construed as Hanamiya’s fear of Imayoshi, is actually just a healthy amount of respect towards him. (Though Hanamiya’s definitely got some unpleasant memories with Imayoshi from high school - you can’t tell me that Imayoshi didn’t use his ‘mind reading’ to embarrass Hanamiya once or twice, like any good senpai would.
The rest of the Kiridai team know to some extent about Hanamiya/Imayoshi’s relationship, but, for the sake of saving face, Hanamiya’s not told them everything
tags; 2.1k words on middle school hanamiya and imayoshi. if you like character analysis fics, you’ll like this. if you like a hanamiya whose not as omnipotent as he becomes in kiridai, you’ll like this. if you ship imahana, you may just like this too. ;) reblog i’m begging you
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In his first year of middle school, Hanamiya is an arrogant little shit.
He’s not yet learnt how to allow himself to droop to the level of mere mortals, to hang out with them rather than watching them like a scientist does lab rats. Though there are those around him who might call him a friend, he himself will never call them anything of the sort. Sure, they can be fun to play with - sometimes - but it doesn’t take long for them to become boring and predictable. They’re tools, that’s all. Stupid children who’ll never realise just how far his brilliance extends, who’ve been sentenced to as pitiful an existence as the trash he kicks in the street. Pathetic losers who think they’re delinquents, yet their own weakness is so deeply engraved in their brains that they’ve decided to follow Hanamiya around. Useless dumb fucks who stare at him blankly whenever he says anything of vague intelligence.
That’s why, the first time he meets Imayoshi, sees that amused smile, seething in insincerity, Hanamiya feels an emotion akin to falling in love. That of having found someone who understood you. A comrade.
****
Imayoshi’s good to Hanamiya.
He’s a year older, has his own friends, and yet he spends time with Hanamiya all the same, as if he sees something in a brat with bad attitude. During practice, he’s usually the one to pair up with Hanamiya, a good thing given that their teammates treat the boy, who’s already developing a rough play style, with a careful suspicion. Hanamiya reckons the only reason he’s still on the first string is because his talent is shining through; they can’t get rid of someone with his talent. Besides, with him around, Imayoshi as a point guard is even more powerful.
The two of them develop a language through glances, that one day Hanamiya will use with a 6’3 centre.
Sometimes, they go out together. Sat in a cafe, they watch the people around them, and Imayoshi murmurs guesses and predications he has about these strangers. He’s always correct. Occasionally, he adds a comment which makes Hanamiya glance a little closer at his companion, wondering how such cruel words can come from such an even-tempered demeanour. Not that Hanamiya minds, of course. He gets a grin on his own face from the idea that he’s spending time with such a guy.
No longer is he the king isolated on his throne. He’s got an advisor stood beside him now.
****
When Hanamiya starts his second year of middle school, Imayoshi his third, he earns even more power in the basketball team, largely because Imayoshi is the captain now.
Of course, Imayoshi still insists on Hanamiya fine-tuning his basketball skills, rather than focusing on his violence-centred techniques. But, in matches with tougher competition, sometimes he pulls Hanamiya to his side.
“Poor number 5,” Imayoshi smiles, taking a swig of water, “looks like he’s a bit on the sorer side.”
Grinning like a dog wanting to chase a squirrel, Hanamiya replies, “it’s his left shoulder.”
“Maybe someone should put him out of his misery.”
With his bottle empty, Imayoshi rejoins the rest of the team to talk tactics for the second half of the match. Hanamiya’s left standing alone to study his opposition a little closer, to plan and prepare, and his grin grows even larger when he hears Imayoshi say, in the background,
“You’ll no longer be marking number 5. He’s a bit fast for you. We’ll get Hanamiya to deal with him instead.”
The year in which Imayoshi is the team captain is the year in which most basketball-playing middle schoolers start calling Hanamiya ‘the Bad Boy’. It’s also the year he is labelled an Uncrowned King. And it’s also the year he spends most by Imayoshi’s side.
Hanamiya’s mother is very taken by Imayoshi. Every time she meets Imayoshi, she thanks him for taking her son under his wing. Imayoshi’s father, in the meantime, likes to tell Hanamiya just how much potential he thinks the boy has (a lot). And this encourages the crush Imayoshi’s younger sister has on Hanamiya, for about a term, until she finds someone new.
Imayoshi borrows from Hanamiya’s collection of crime and mystery novels. They run their own sort of book club where they discuss what they would have done, if they were the criminals depicted; Hanamiya’s ideas are gruesome, Imayoshi’s involve mental torture that makes even his companion shiver. Neither of them would ever get caught. The time Imayoshi teaches Hanamiya how to gut a fish, when they’re sat together at sunset with blood all over their hands, Hanamiya realises that, if he were to become a murderer, he’d want Imayoshi as the Bonnie to his Clyde.
Here’s the thing though. If they were asked to describe their relationship with each other, Hanamiya would say ‘good friends’. Whilst Imayoshi could say anything; he might just say ‘acquaintances.’
It’s been this long, but Hanamiya still struggles to read Imayoshi’s true emotions.
But, at the same time, he understands him more the others do.
One Thursday evening, at the start of practice, solidifies that theory.
The last of the players to arrive, Hanamiya strolls into the gym, kicking a basketball along with him. His first words are,
“Where’s Imayoshi?”
“Dunno,” replies one of the third years, who’s been stretching in the corner and now stands up to his full height, “he said a family member went to hospital. Maybe his mother’s sick or something.”
The frustration Hanamiya had when the boy started talking (sure, they’re in different classes, but why did Imayoshi give that information to this guy instead of Hanamiya?) soon dissipates. All he can think is that this motherfucker doesn’t know that Imayoshi’s mother is dead. They’ve spent three years together, and yet Hanamiya’s the only one who knows the truth about Imayoshi’s home situation. That has to count for something.
Hanamiya’s evening is made even better when, as he changes back into his school uniform, he receives a text from Imayoshi himself.
“Can you pick up my sister?” the third year has written, with none of his usual teasing tone.
“Sure,” replies Hanamiya, “is your father okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Maybe it’s because Imayoshi’s sister has met Hanamiya the most, so is more likely to come with him if he shows up at her school gates. Maybe it’s because a previous crush is the best person to tell a young girl that her father’s gone to hospital.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because Hanamiya’s the one Imayoshi trusts the most.
It almost embarrasses Hanamiya just how much he likes that concept. He grins all the way to her school. And, even when he’s forced to deal with the irritating female middle schooler babble about “Imayoshi! Is this your boyfriend?”, whilst said younger Imayoshi is clinging to his arm, blushing, shyly denying the claims in a way designed to make others disregard the denial, whilst Hanamiya is trying to drag her away from her companions, even all this doesn’t ruin Hanamiya’s good mood. He even treats the girl on their route home.
Upon arrival, when she starts crying, he pats her back (albeit stiffly), and lets her convince him to stay there and watch Sailor Moon with her. When she grumbles about the earlier snack not having been enough for a growing girl, he makes her a small dinner, whilst she debates which Sailor Guardian he’s most like.
It’s while Hanamiya’s trying to stop the girl from putting ribbons in his hair that her brother arrives home. Hanamiya’s never seen Imayoshi look so exhausted; there’s none of the usual grin on the boy’s face, his hair is dishevelled, and there’s even a hint of a childlike sorrow in his eyes.
“Oh, Hanamiya,” his voice is monotone, “you’re still here.”
“I made some shit to eat if you want it,” Hanamiya can’t match Imayoshi’s gaze; there’s something very awkward about being introduced to the vulnerability of a person you admire for their infrangible strength.
“Alright.” Slipping off his coat, Imayoshi turns to his sister, “don’t worry about dad. He’ll be home in a few days - he was just overworked.”
The three of them end up watching Sailor Moon together, until the sky outside goes black, Imayoshi’s sister falls asleep, and it’s time for Hanamiya to make his way home.
“I suppose I don’t need to tell you to stay safe,” says Imayoshi, leaning against the doorway.
Hanamiya snorts with laughter, “tell that to anyone who gets in my way instead.”
The corners of Imayoshi’s lips rise - the first sincere smile Hanamiya’s seen him make towards anyone that’s not a family member - and that’s when Hanamiya decided that he’s Imayoshi’s closest friend.
Hanamiya picks up Imayoshi’s sister from school two more times that week, leaving some meals his mother prepared for the siblings in the fridge. Then, during the team’s match on Sunday, Imayoshi gives him a little more leeway to play as he wishes. So Hanamiya puts a point guard out of action for the foreseeable future.
Best of all, when one of the opponents starts yelling at the referee, claiming that Hanamiya did it on purpose, and said referee starts to lean towards the boy’s point of view, it’s Imayoshi who comes to Hanamiya’s rescue.
But, then again, that’s why Hanamiya had allowed himself to slip up.
With Imayoshi’s silver tongue behind him, he’s invincible.
****
At the end of his second year of middle school, Hanamiya comes home to find two people at the dinner table. The first, his mother, who he was expecting. The second, his father, of whom he’s only got a faint recollection, and not a pleasant one. For a little while, he puts up with the situation. However, upon being asked whether he’d like to spend more time with his dad, upon seeing the discomfort in his mother’s face, he punches the guy in the nose - maybe breaks it - and storms out. He can’t stay in the house with that guy’s stench in it.
So he ends up, somehow, crying in Imayoshi’s bathroom, and Imayoshi never comments on it, though Hanamiya hears him tell his sister outside ‘not right now’.
“I’ve got a cold,” says Hanamiya when he unlocks the door, with his eyes rubbed red, smothering sniffles.
“Yeah,” Imayoshi’s not smiling, “it’s been frosty recently.”
Imayoshi warms them up some ramen. They eat in silence until, with a mouthful of noodles, Hanamiya starts mumbling quietly about what happened - the punch, the audacity of his bastard of a father, and the shittiness of his bastard of a father.
With anyone else, Hanamiya would keep his mouth shut. But Imayoshi also lives in a single parent family.
He’s the only one who gets it.
****
It took Imayoshi’s graduation - to some high school unheard of in the basketball scene - for Hanamiya to realise once more how boring middle school is. But he’s matured in this last few years; he’s starting to see boredom as an opportunity.
He spends more time with his old delinquent friends, entertaining himself with giving them tasks of increasing risk (several of which earn him cash); he starts playing around with the idea of a ‘spider’s web’, using the basketball team’s new first years as test subjects, knowing the captain of the team is powerless to stop him. He starts spending his evenings studying as part of his plan to get into Kirisaki Daichi on a scholarship. Among other things, he wants Imayoshi to see him in that black-and-purple uniform that insinuates power.
One time, Hanamiya makes an hour long detour to walk past Touou high school on his journey home. He waits on the street opposite the school gates, a hood low over his head, as the students start trickling out. It takes around ten minutes for Imayoshi to appear in the mix. But he’s accompanied by some broad-backed brunette, who looks like the type of guy to pat you on your back when you cry.
Hanamiya hates him. More than that, he hates himself for having made an hour detour in the hopes Imayoshi would have been alone, might have seen him, might have offered for them to hang out. It was a stupid idea - of all people, Imayoshi knows best how to blend in and befriend - plus, to make matters worse, it’s started to rain. And Hanamiya didn’t bring an umbrella.
He grumbles all the way to the station in his soaked hoodie. Grumbles when he’s back home.
Receives a message from Imayoshi - “I saw you standing there. Why didn’t you say hi?” - and can smell Imayoshi’s shit-eating grin like the man’s standing right there in front of him.
When he throws his phone against the sofa, the screen cracks, and he has reason to grumble even more.
the knight to your queen | wakamatsu kōsuke x fem!reader
tags; childhood friends turned to fuck knows, mild yandere tendencies (or maybe wakamatsu’s justifiably concerned), love hotels and older men
When the two of you were younger, it was always just you and him.
Always.
Wakamatsu thinks back to those days often. He thinks of how he would toss his basketball back and forth against the fence which separates his and your gardens, till he saw the flash of your hair in your bedroom window, till you came scampering down to greet him.
In the summer in particular.
Wakamatsu’s younger brother would fuck off with his many friends (jerk as he was at home, at school people loved the guy), and your home was mostly empty too, and Wakamatsu preferred spending time with you than with any of his basketball pals. So, when he thinks back to the holidays, he can only imagine you.
From morning till evening, the two of you were together. Sometimes, you’d clamber onto the back of his bicycle, and command him to take both you and him up the hill, to that shady spot you used to like to read under, whilst he practiced dribbling. He grumbled about it bitterly - “why do dudes have to do all the pedalling in the 21st century? What happened to feminism?” - but he never said no to you. He liked the feeling of your torso just pressed against his back, your finger prodding the back of his neck, as you scolded him for complaining.
Maybe he’s the reason you turned out like this, then. He was always letting you take charge. Regardless of whether it was a decision of where to go, or what TV show to watch (during those stiflingly humid afternoons, where the two of you would lay sprawled across the floor, and your shirt would rise just a little up your sides), or what to eat: it was always your decision.
Perhaps, another guy would have gotten pissy about it, started complaining about how the man’s supposed to be in charge, and the girl’s supposed to just look pretty. Maybe it was emasculating.
But Wakamatsu liked letting you command him as you pleased: the general to your princess, the bodyguard to your celebrity. And you enjoyed it too.
You always used to call him your knight. Never in a romantic way, but in a way that made it clear you expected him to be by your side for the rest of your lives. In the way where he would stand in front of you, when the girls in your class mocked you, and yell at them to fuck off. Where he would be grumbling about them hours later, after you enjoyed the ice lolly he had bought you. Where he was the last person you spoke to, each evening, as he dropped you off in front of your house before entering his own home. Where he was the first you spoke to each morning, as you linked arms with him, and encouraged him to skip.
And then he stopped being the last person of your nights.
Perhaps, you enjoyed your power too much. He’d made you feel like too much of a queen - and a queen can’t just have one subject, no matter how loyal he is. No, a queen wants to collect: she wants armies of loyal men, she wants castles full of devout women. She wants territory, and a king, and jewellery.
She always wants more.
What really pisses Wakamatsu off, more than anything else, more that what you were actually doing, is that it was his brother who told him.
It was a school morning. Wakamatsu was finishing the last of his cornflakes, with a milk moustache along his upper lip. His basketball jersey hung crumpled off his torso, inside-out.
“Where’re you in such a rush to get to?” his younger brother asked, leaning back on his chair, chewing with his mouth open.
“She’s waiting for me.”
There was no need to specify the ‘she’. Only one girl had ever been described by Wakamatsu’s lips.
“Aw, yeah,” the chair rocked a little further backwards, “that reminds me. I saw her last night, by the mall, with some older-looking dude. Had his arm around her and everything. I did say she was gonna get bored of you eventually.”
His brother talked a little more, but Wakamatsu didn’t hear any of it. All he could see, smell, taste was your smile the previous evening, when he’d wished you a good night - to sleep well, or he’d beat up the nightmares for you - and when you’d wished it back to him. Your beautiful, innocent smile, and your tilted head, and your soft, half-shut eyes. Those eyes that could never tell a lie, even when your lips did.
He always knew when you were lying. It was a long-running gag between the two of you: just how shit you were at lying.
But, on that morning,
“You weren’t round the mall last night, were you?”
“Me?” you smiled, linked your arm around him as usual, “I was in bed, dead to the world. Why?”
“The shittier Wakamatsu brother claims he saw you.”
“I thought you were the shittier Wakamatsu brother.”
“Oi!”
He was laughing as you punched his shoulder and dodged his faux chokehold around your thin, neck, that any man could snap. Yeah, he was laughing. Because the joke was on him.
As it turned out, you were a brilliant liar, but also one who stank of another man’s cologne.
For a while, Wakamatsu struggled over it. He paced up and down his room, and cursed his brother, and the mall, and everything apart from you, for even suggesting that you might have betrayed him in this way. He slammed the doors shut, ate dinner in his room after his mother had eyed him weirdly, whilst his brother cackled. Sometimes, he went to school, but early, so he wouldn’t have to walk with you. Sometimes, you accompanied him back home, saying you’d missed him. Sometimes, he pretended he was ill, and bunked his lessons - and he wasn’t really lying, because the sight of you made him sick to his stomach.
Sometimes, he stayed up till 1am, with his eyes peering through the gap in his curtains, lying in wait till he saw your figure slip out of your door.
Sometimes, he followed you on your journeys. Dressed in all black, staying a good distance behind - enough that you wouldn’t notice him, but close enough too that you’d feel a stalking sensation (maybe you’d be too creeped out to continue these evening adventures, you’d come rushing to him in the morning, beginning him to be your protector as he always had been).
He watched as you linked arms with men that weren’t him, in the artificial street lights. Older men, younger men, men of all heights and races. He watched as you slipped into back alleys with them, or clubs, or into the only love hotel in the area. The one you’d passed with Wakamatsu a couple times, after which you had said,
“Man, I’d love to go to a love hotel sometime. Just to see what it’s like. You’ll take me, won’t you, Kousuke?”
And he had replied, “weirdo,” but with a shifty gaze and a small smile, which made it clear he’d take you anywhere, anytime, even if it was a sleazy love hotel which overcharged on its hour rates.
Would you still want to see it now? If Wakamatsu approached you, would you play the game of innocence with him again? Or had your body been pressed against those stained sheets one too many times, had you tossed your clothes against those dingy carpets one too many times, had you been fucked on those beds one too many times-
Wakamatsu’s known you since you were a child. In that way, he’s seen your full transformation: from knees covered with grass-stains, from knees bruised from having spent too long kneeling. He’s seen you cry after your classmates laughed at you during gym class. He’s seen you press your chest against middle-aged salarymen, your lips on theirs where all the public could observe.
The only thing that hasn’t changed is how you greet him in the mornings, and how you say to him ‘goodnight’ in the evenings.
That’s right; he’s still accompanying you to-and-from school. And this summer, if you sit down at the back of his bike, and tell him to pedal, he’ll pedal. He’ll feel your torso, tainted by other men’s touch, against his back, and he’d love it just like when he did during the days high school felt like a distant dream. He’ll dribble as you read. He’ll cast quick glances at your shirt rising up your sides, blush like he’s been doing for a decade now.
But, maybe, this year, you’ll catch his eye as he looks away.
You’ll let him know you’re not the innocent little girl you used to be.
Cause, here’s the thing, he thinks you know about who follows you on your evening excursions. You’ve stopped looking back as you turn the corner; there’s even a spring in your step, no more of the slight hunch of fearing the unknown. And, sometimes, when you meet your man of the night, you smile towards the horizon, as if smiling at a man with a hood over his head, who’s watching you intently from a street away.
The man who’ll stay there until he sees you leave the hotel, and who’ll follow you home, forever ensuring that you’re safe and sound.
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hara tightens the lid beforehand so that he can tease you when you ask him to open it, except he tightens it too much, so now even he can’t open it. what was the point in that, kazuya?
hanamiya doesn’t even need any strength to open it; he’s got tons of lil techniques he uses (which he taught himself cause he used to be a weakass child, 90% of whose sense of masculinity came from opening the jar for his mother)
yamazaki’s good at opening lids but every once in a while it won’t open, so he knocks it against the side of the table, and if it still won’t open, he loses his temper, knocks it again, and it smashes into pieces
seto doesn’t care about your stupid jar; if you try to ask him to open it whilst he’s trying to relax, he’ll just sleep with in his arms. enjoy your plain bread meal.
furuhashi doesn’t understand the nature of the “it’s cute when my s/o asks me to open a jar”; every time you ask, he tries to explain his technique so you won’t have to ask again (he’s doing you a favour?)
matsumoto opens the jar without any fuss, hands it back to you, and mumbles a your welcome when you thank him. he is a good boyfriend. ignore everyone else here and fall in love with matsumoto.
imayoshi starts on some bs monologue about “you’re asking me to open the lid but what does this really mean? could this possibly describe the futility of life? the misery within our souls?” to wind you up. your anger at him gives you enough strength to open the jar.
haizaki is damn good at opening jars, except he’ll try hold them out of your reach afterwards, and, when you jump to get them, the jar spills. now both of you are stuck washing pickle juice off the floor
Hiiii 💕 Could you please write about Imayoshi falling for someone he never thought he would show any interest in? For example a spontaneous girl? I'm asking this because I'm one of those and reading his character bible made me heartbroken because he's my favorite character, but as long as you're here there's some hope for me, right? 🥺 U got me (and probably plenty more fans) begging for compromisses! 🙏 Please be safe out there ❤️ thank you for everything u do!
Realistically, he knows that your relationship with him may not last. That’s not to say he dislikes you; it’s just that he can’t really imagine marrying you. After all, he’s been raised to believe that he should only consider marrying a yamato nadeshiko: someone who’ll keep the house in order, someone who won’t be a bother (Imayoshi’s words, not his parents’, though they heavily insinuate them), someone who’ll smile at him when he gets back from work and offer him some dinner.
Of course, this style of significant other also comes with certain expectations. Imayoshi getting a stable and high-paying job (not a salaryman, but not far from it). Imayoshi eventually having kids. Imayoshi buying a house, au e settling in the suburbs, and living a mundane and easy life - spiced up with, maybe, the occasional trip to the racetrack (but even that will prove difficult when the kid’s a baby - Imayoshi will probably just have to settle for listening to the radio).
It’s with this in mind, that, in university, Imayoshi goes out of his way to find the least prim and perfect soul he can find. That’s where he finds you. And suddenly he’s getting messages at 5 in the morning asking if he wants to go for a walk to watch sunrise, or getting invitations to go sky diving and play paintball in the holidays, or getting a blindfold tied around his eyes so he can’t figure out where you’re driving him to (though he’s proven to be pretty good at guessing). And, it’s between these moments of adrenaline and (arguably) idiocy, that Imayoshi finds himself cursing his parents. Because why should be stuck following their instructions, when there people like this out there too?
In the end though, Imayoshi doubts his parents would be too happy with his current relationship - and, despite his being an independent soul, he’s not too keen on the idea of being ostracised from the family either. But what they don’t know can’t kill them. So, for now, he’ll keep hanging out with you, keep enjoying the world with you.
This way, when he’s old and miserable, he’ll have these memories to look back on - and he’ll definitely still remember them, because how could he ever forget you?
Hey..sorry to bother you. But may I ask for hcs about what kind of music the boys enjoy listening to? Stay safe and I hope you're doing fine. Your blog is amazing.
Hanamiya Makoto - classical stuff, but the kinda mad classical stuff, think 10 minute long pieces with “devil” in the title, because hanamiya can and will air violin to them until his hair’s a mess, all the while imagining himself as the major antagonist of a film. he listens to those instrumental “pov: you’re a villain” playlists but not ironically.
Furuhashi Kojiro - he doesn’t mind silence, frankly he often prefers it to having music playing, but, if he had to pick one genre, it would be enka. when he’s listening to it, he closes his eyes, and even sways a little bit as if waltzing, getting all intense like he’s moved to the very core by the line “i have always loved you” (to be fair, it’s a very moving song) - and man he loves listening to the more traditional style of japanese singing. It’s something about the Old Times TM.
Yamazaki Hiroshi - good old fashioned japanese hip hop, think something like scha darr para’s “B-BOYブンガク”, and sometimes english-language hip hop too. the combination of these is the reason that his english pronunciation of phrases like “check it out” and “on the microphone” is flawless, but shit whenever he says anything else in english. used to practice the raps at home, and went through a phase of saying “hajime-yo” instead of “hajimemashite” which he’s remains embarrassed about, but he still has dreams of making it as an underground rapper.
Hara Kazuya - rock’s his favourite by far, and that includes pretty much all the subgenres of it, though he tends to lean more towards the indie/punk side of it. especially loves songs with good drums, which he then practises at home, before morning practice, so he can wake the whole house up. discovered sea shanties once and listened to them for a week straight. also knows the lyrics to a weirdly large number of patriotic war songs, from various countries, but he’s not sure when/where he learnt them.
Seto Kentaro - likes more complex music/interesting (think academically)/sophisticated music, as in long and slow guitar riffs which would have been hellishly difficult to play (something like funkadelic’s “maggot brain”), instruments with so much emotion they sound like people, or music which fuses elements from different cultures. for obvious reasons went through a major jazz phase.
Haizaki Shougo - wishy-washy with his music tastes, and doesn’t have any favourite songs, but usually can be found listening to rap, rock, and punk. except occasionally he finds himself enjoying really cheesy pop with lovey-dovey lyrics (the type that 12yo girls listen to, and then fall in love with the idol who sung it, convinced that the lyrics mean he’s single-handedly keeping chivalry alive). of course, haizaki’ll never mention this interest to anyone. he’s refuses to admit it to himself too.
Imayoshi Shouichi - rather than liking a single genre, he has a favourite song in most genres, none of which he’d ever tell anyone about (if you asked, he’d 100% deflect). generally speaking though, none of the music he listens to is particularly intense (he likes hearing himself think, and stuff like heavy metal doesn’t really allow for that), also his favourite songs all have something unique about them. the only exception to this is his collection of hella obnoxious jpop songs, which he studied feverishly, just so he can quote the lyrics in a Mysterious and Wise way to really piss wakamatsu off.
Nash Gold Jr - like hara, mostly listens to rock, but nash listens to the more hard rock/metal end of the spectrum. has liked, at some point, every angry boy TM genre out there, from angry and/or motivation rap, to a brief phase of alternative rock, then to industrial metal, cause, as it turns out, rammstein is far better at pumping you up during a work out than fall out boy.
