(forgive me for the shitty quality my phone is not cooperating with me)
OC's name/alias:
Urami Kuga (Golden Note Boy/Ice Prince)
[Nickname (Reserved)]:
Ami, Amia, Amy, Mimi
Age: 16 || 11th Grader
Gender/Pronouns: Cis "Male" (AMAB) | He/Him (?)
Sexuality: Closeted Questioning/Queer
Species & Occupation:
Human, 11th Grade Student of Norrisville
Home Economic Club Member
Appearance:
> Light peach skin
> Hooded Brown Red-ish eyes (+ eye bags)
> Small beauty mark on upper left of his small mouth
> Tall, Rectangular build with more dips on the waist
>Hair clips to part his bangs from his face. Black hair with a long mullet that ends a few inches down his nape.
>Always seen with a choker, long sleeves, piercings like industrial, earlobes, conch, helix & etc.
Personality:
Appear distant but actually warm. But lowkey sadistic and mischievous. A pathological liar (unbeknownst to others). Reserved assertiveness — rather not deal with chaos unneeded of his intervention. Subconsciously initiate skinship; unless overstimulated or repulsed.
Lights up upon anything cute, e.g; cats. Cooperative (when necessary) on aiding students/ninja. Emotionally rebellious / Circumstantial (when rules get in the way) when he disagrees with the school's administration or when Bash doesn't comply to his mentoring.
Notable Relationships:
Headcanon that Rachel and Morgan in the same grade (10th Grade)
(First Episode Introduction)
Rachel - Close friends! They play music together, and are playful with each other. They have things in common, such as: The colour Pink, dressing up and accessories, finding and seeing cute things, cats, music, being a fashion wit--- wait uh..
Morgan - Good friends. Urami saved her Dance Crew acting as a Backup dancer. Sometimes lend a hand in choreography training. Their dynamic is like Roza Diaz and Gina Linetti from B99. They both have a "resting b*tch face" but overall vibing.
Aunt Kuga (+Co.) - Legal Guardian, took her surname to replace his old one. Awesome people in his life, supportive and affectionate. The reason why he is living comfortably. His need for physical affirmation of kissing on each other's cheeks and hugs starts from his aunt.
Greg: Boss, gaming buddy, showtunes/performance partners. Their dynamic is like a "cool uncle" with the "emo gay cousin" vibes
Bash - conflicted // became a tutor to discipline due to uh... The incident. (Will be revealed later in the plot because haha)
Theresa — Childhood Best Friend turned distant due to Urami moving away from Norrisville. Having some lingering unwanted emotions when facing her. He yearns to be close but tells himself it's for her best. (Cough denial cough)
Howard: Mild annoyance and resentment due to he and his biffer's antics at his workplace (Greg's Game Hole). Also holds a grudge when he and Randy were "judges" for the Talent Show, ruining it for everyone and having extra work cut out for him as a wit— uh wait uh..
Randy (+ Howard): Often ignore them so he doesn't get irked as quick. Find their public humiliation entertaining. Otherwise, he sees them as just two bros that cling to each other often & slacks off a lot.(Though he is surprised that Randy is good at Math.)
Ninja: Admiration and slight attraction. Apprehensive to approach when his voice and build changes when Urami enters 11th Grade. Finds himself laughing more at dumb jokes the ninja would crack.
Likes:
Pink (Colour)
Cats (Animal)
Sweets, Onigiri with smoked salmon (Food)
Listens to different genres of music (Hobby)
Literature (Material Comprehension) (Subject/Hobby)
(16 year old who is waiting to become a senior to get tf outta dodge and enter his preferred higher education)
A transfer student from Flackville when he was in 10th grade. Always prefer his own company, because public school is a nightmare. Doesn't remember much of his old life, only some bits. Lives with his aunt, Mrs. Kuga — changed his surname with her's. A Fashion "Entrepreneur" and teaches Urami a few advanced vocational subjects.
Theresa known the pretty boy at a young age when he went by Amia. Back then, they played the piano together, making cute handcrafts and drawings. "Amia" is more cheery, emotionally honest and playful. He also shows compassion and unafraid of displaying his femininity.
But hey, people change!
Extra lore:
Transferring to the NHS was a lot of bumps. He knows about the hazing and roughing up upon newcomers. There's the stanking and becoming monsters, cliques, yadda yadda. Urami is aware of his own neurotic nature, so he has to keep himself in check.
That is, until what happened next. So here is Bash Johnson, establishing his status. Giving wedgies to unfortunate students he finds wimpy enough. Then, he targets Rachel, who was a freshman at the time. Urami's body acted before his mind could even think.
He ended up beating the hell outta the notorious school bully. Next thing he knows, Urami ended up treating the wounds on the guy. Some words are exchanged and Bash and his posse are his..mentees. He wished he minded his own business, but at least now can minimize some damage and harassment
Hello cuties! It's been a while since I posted anything other than reblogs so here's some concept art that is no longer in use for the canon plotline for Urami!
A small drabble I impulsively (and accidentally) made whilst conversing with Maera!
Enjoy this RC9GN OCs interaction.
Teri Blume belongs to @xelestarlight !
Understanding
Hurt/Comfort, Urami Kuga & Teri Blume, Platonic Affection
Both of them were just tired from the aftermath of the recent fight, thankfully the art of healing is able to heal the woods from the attack. However, mental scars will always stay. The two were conversing in Urami's room, where they decided to take refuge for now. Teri starts to overthink about her parents and legacy while sitting on the bed.
"I love them....so so much. That's why I can't fail. I can't fail them. I can't settle for less despite it all. I can’t indulge in my feelings or else it'll take control of me. Bad things can happen if I lose myself while trying to protect Norrisville..." Teri starts to speak faster, her breathing accelerating. One of her legs bounces restlessly as she sits.
"What if when I lost the battle, they would replace me? Believing that I can't win the war?" She shudders her breath, head in hands as she clutches her hair.
"I will bring dishonour to the family, and cause their hard work to be in ruins. Everything they worked hard for up until this moment, all for naught. I can't let myself be weak, or else the enemy would win...and it would be inglorious of me, and I would be a failure and bring shame to everyone—"
A soft touch as a hand is at her shoulder. She jolts from her position to blurrily see Urami with a concerned face.
"Teri. Can you hear me? Take a deep breath."
..
"Now hold it."
...
"Now exhale, slowly."
..
"Do it again. Breathe in deep..."
"Can you list 5 things you can sense?" Urami speaks up after they repeat the breathing exercise. He is holding her hands with his own, gaze unfaltering.
"...I can see the cat poster. I can feel...the ground..” Teri starts, firmly planting both of her feet onto the floor.
"Very good, three more things."
"I can hear...your voice. And... Your hand in mine.. and...my mouth feels… dry." Teri says before smacking his lips a bit. She makes a face of discomfort.
Urami passes her a water bottle from his bag. She grabs, raising an eyebrow towards him.
"...do you just keep this in your magic purse or something?"
"They call me Mary Poppins." The older boy deadpans.
Teri could only let out a smirk with a suppressed 'snrk'.
"While it's nice that you are taking your job seriously, it's not good if you end up neglecting yourself. You say you don't want your emotions to take control, but by suppressing it, you'll let your inner wound fester."
Urami swipes a thumb as he holds her hand, soothing her.
"I made a mistake of letting it be bottled up as well. The best thing you can do is to talk about it and try not to take too much. You'd think by drowning yourself in work would stop the noises and endless chatter in your end, but in the end they wear you down as well as your body."
He hears Teri sniffling a bit, pulling the side of her to make her lean against his shoulder.
"I know this is important to you, that's why it's okay to let someone in."
Urami hugs her tight, and then his hand patting her back and the other is still holding her.
"Feeling vulnerability and accepting help and care is just as courageous. You don't have to be alone in your journey to uphold the legacy. We're also your family, okay?"
Urami swipes away Teri's tears, his hand stays on her cheek as he kisses her forehead softly. He gives a watery smile towards her.
"We love you, and we'll be there for you every step of the way.”
A short snippet I wrote for Urami and Theresa, there will be a POV change from third person to second person.
Word Count: 2k+
Character: Theresa Fowler, Urami Kuga (OC), brief appearance of Debbie Kang
Content: A small glimpse on both of their past interactions, and how they grew distant. They meet up once more after several years.
"Excuse me. By any chance, are you Theresa Fowler?"
A taller junior approaches the majorette, who is conversing with Debbie Kang. The Editor-Reporter feels herself backing away a few steps with a slightly frightened expression.
"Oh, yes! How may I...."
Theresa gives a questioning look towards her biffer, before turning around to face the person who called her name. Only to look up and see a familiar face — have they met before?
"Theresa...! That's the guy that beat up Bash Johnson last term. Be careful!"
Debbie pulls down her friend for a bit to whisper, being defensive towards the older guy. The pink mullet student rolls his eyes and puts a hand on his hip, unamused.
"I can hear you, you know? Besides, it was self defense on my part. I'd never start a fight."
His eyes gaze upon Debbie, who is behind Theresa. The shorter girl squints at him as Urami gives her a deadpan expression. The baton twirler only laughs nervously.
"So, uhm. What do you need from me?"
"Do you still go for piano lessons?"
...huh?
"How... do you know that?"
That was...a long time ago. She still has her piano keyboard from when she used to play. The taller boy notices her puzzled expression, before clarifying.
"Ah, I'm sorry. The name's Urami Kuga. I believe we met when we both attended Intermediate Music Class," Theresa feels a little bit of chill down her spine, Urami continues. "We used to play together back then when we were younger. I moved to Flackville while you stayed here."
"You.."
Gears turning in Theresa's head, as Urami proceeds to continue.
"You were probably wondering why I stopped sending replies to you. I wanted to apologize for it. I didn't mean to disappear without informing you."
It is him. Her first boy crush in the flesh. He's still alive.
Theresa feels a bit shaken, but also pleasantly surprised with a mix of irrational dread as it aves through her. Debbie could only stay silent and witness the interaction between them, slightly worried about Theresa.
"A-ami?! I thought...you were gone! I saw the news, they..."
"...Surprise, I guess? Besides, we weren't there at the time."
"I see.."
So all that worrying and feeling of loss was all for nothing...? Theresa's sour expression of bitter realisation didn't go unnoticed by Debbie, who's only growing concerned towards her friend. Theresa then raises her voice a bit and gestures to Urami, eyes furrow a bit.
"So wait...You were in Norrisville the whole time!? How come I never saw you during middle school?"
Only for the guy to wave his hand in a brushing motion and dismiss the accusation — face expressionless.
"Ah no, I transferred here last grade."
Theresa falters, posture slightly cowering as she didn't mean to burst out like that. In a moment to attempt to deflect whatever just happened, she rushes through her thinking and tries to come up with something to say.
"I-I see...How's everyone else?"
Nailed it.
"Mom and dad are still working, I live with my aunt here since it's near Norrisville High."
Meanwhile Debbie is a bit bewildered by the interaction. Her mind is like a rollercoaster for she has so many questions. From 'Why is that guy suddenly approaching?' to 'Who was this guy?' to 'What the hell happened back then?!'
Theresa finds herself speaking before thinking twice.
"O-oh I see! How about Kagami?"
"She's gone."
Ohhhhhhh she wonked it up. She totally wonked it up. Man she feels like a shoob. Awkward silence. It is stagnant. Even Debbie just kind of scooted away from...whatever the juice this is. After a beat, they both kind of garble words in order to alleviate the situation.
"I'm so sorry to hear that I didn't—" "Sorry about that I was too blunt—"
They blink and look at each other, before attempting to continue.
"No-no-no it's okay I didn't mean to be insensitive-" "Oh- uh, it's no big problem really things just happens-"
Man.
"Uh.." "...."
They just looked away from each other, feeling uncomfortable. Debbie coughs from the sidelines, almost comically.
"Anyway.."
Theresa scratches her head a bit while Urami fiddles around with the hem of his sleeves. This is not where he thought this conversation was going. Theresa tries to continue their 'conversation'.
"I'm..I'm glad to see that you're well."
She tries to look at him in the eyes, only to be met with the sight of him looking away from her.
"..the feeling's mutual."
This is agonizing.
Urami sighs before standing straight to face her and stepping back a bit.
"I'm truly sorry that I didn't reply to you all those years," he bows down with his arms to the side — almost halfway "I should have at least informed you."
As people pass by, people are starting to look and stare while Urami bows to apologize. Theresa flails around panicking as she starts to ramble a bit.
"Oh no no! Please get up! It's okay! It's all good! It's fine..! It's...fine."
Her tone gives a hint of despair at the end. Theresa doesn't know how to process all of this. She doesn't know what to feel from this.
The taller boy raises himself, pulling out his phone before facing her again.
"Well, I better get going,” He puts his phone back into his pocket and turns around — walking away as he passes a glance in her direction.
“Have a nice day, Fowler."
"You... too.."
They part ways, each heading to their respective classes. Theresa didn't realize she was tense and has been holding her breath. She tiredly exhales as her shoulders sag down. Then she gets turned around swiftly before getting tugged down.
"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?!"
Oh right, Debbie is here.
It's an awkward start. This isn't exactly how he hoped it would go, but oh well.
Urami finds himself skipping class to hang out on the rooftop. He found a way to climb up there back in 10th Grade. Detention wasn't a problem for him, honestly. The time spent there is where he gets to sleep it off, design, compose or do his homework. Most times he just kinda zones out. He knows that most of the time — the second he comes home — he'll either rest a bit and continue his projects or just straight up sleep when he has no other things that evening.
Plus, they kinda let him go since he gets quite good grades. And has a medical condition. And has some history. And does show up to group projects or practical learning. And helps out in certain activities sometimes. And not-so-secret mends clothing for Home Economics. And—
Anyway, he tends to bribe insider information about Flackville High to Principal Slimovitz so he doesn't really get a bad record. As long as he is doing well academically and does the bare minimum for his curriculum, they wouldn't have to call his guardians as much as before.
How tiring.
Better to take a nap.
"Urami!"
The girl runs basically sprints down the corridor, approaching the junior. The guy's head just peeks out from his locker to face the girl who is currently catching her breath.
"Hey, Fowler. What's the rush?"
He raises an eyebrow as she wipes a bit of sweat from her face with her sleeve. She raises her head towards Urami and breathlessly speaks.
"Do you.. have time.. to spare?"
He blinks a bit, then takes some time to grab a few things into his bag. He clutches his backpack on one shoulder before closing his locker shut. A click sound is heard.
"Sure, what do you need?"
Here goes nothing.
"I was wondering if you and I could hang out, like old times?"
Theresa sheepishly requests as she tilts her head. All while gesturing by pressing both of her hands together in front of her. Urami hums a bit before promptly replying.
"I don't see why not. Though, are you sure?"
Perplexed, her face twists into a look of confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"People stay away from me for a reason, you know? What if they say stuff about you as well?"
"But that doesn't really matter, you know? I just want to reconnect, I want to see how you're doing and catch up on what has happened."
For a moment, Theresa can see his eyes reflected light for a bit. He lets out an amused huff as he closes his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Alright then."
Then, he pulls out a pen and sticky note out of his pocket — writing down something. He folded it neatly before passing it to her.
"Bell's about to ring. Text me so we could plan it out. Don't give this number to anyone else."
He turns away from her, walking away after uttering the following words.
"See you around, Fowler."
"..Right, you too, Urami."
The grief that comes from knowing someone so well only to lose them is miserable. But when they reappear to be fine but acting like a completely different person — is harrowing.
You think you already moved on, only for those feelings to resurface. And it's quite a whirlwind because you don't want to experience the pain of losing someone you loved ever again.
However, that person isn't truly gone. They're still alive — they're still here. But everything's changed and it's messing with how you feel and think. The way that they no longer smile as much as they used to, the way they're so distant and blank faced. The way their voice no longer has the lilt or the cadence you used to remember.
Though, you can see how some things stay the way it was. Like how they have the same mannerisms, the food they always bring or comfortably eat, the way they used to hum melodies absentmindedly, the way they silently observe what you or others do and make sure they act accordingly. The way they sometimes look out for you without saying much but through actions and giving.
But you can't help but see how much they've changed. Those soft smiling eyes turned dark and brooding. Tired and looked like they've seen it all. Sometimes you see them flipping pages of their textbooks and rewriting the same thing in their notes over and over. Or rereading a certain part of a book a few or more times.
Sometimes you would see them jolt or clutch their head out of nowhere, sometimes chanting something under their breath as they shut their eyes. After that, they would often brush it off as nothing.
Where was the joy they used to radiate? Where were the soft touches they used to exchange? Where was the feeling that always appeared whenever they played and sang together? Where was the person you used to know? The one that you had such feelings before?
Reality is, some things would stay the same, while some things would change. It's inevitable that something has happened throughout all this time. They wouldn't stay gentle and adorable for long.
Still, it hurts to bear such change.
Yearning or longing is a curse and a blessing at the same time. You want to feel those feelings again, because they're so lovely and warm. They bring you enrichment to your soul, your body, your mind. To be loved. To be cared for.
But you're not sure if you should feel them again when it could potentially hurt the other person — or worse. The only thing you could do now is bring joy into their life as they find someone else happily, as you watch from the sides. Alas, you can't help but want that love and attention from the other, that you just feel selfish for that desire. At the same time you feel like you're not worthy of anything, despite wanting to have fun.
You don't feel like you belong as a person. And you didn't want to bring the person you loved into your mess, because that's your problem to deal with. Yet you want to help through their and others grievances because that way — nobody would have to know that you're battling the 'horrifying' nature inside of you.
Every journey to healing or self reflection seems so meaningless, yet so changing. It's best if you repress it, feel numb and or depressed about it rather than exploding it onto someone again.
You're capable of destruction, and fear that one day those you loved would see yourself as the monster you deem yourself to be.
You can't run away or avoid your problems forever, and you know you have to face it head on. You know it requires support from those you hold dear.
Yet you don't want them to get hurt, or see you at your worst. You're too scared to see that possibility. But one day it's inevitable. You'd think you'd be ready as you learn more ways to cope and to keep it at bay. But eventually everything comes apart and it's all bad.
So you reinvent a different version of you — a different persona — that doesn't fully despise who you really are. Someone that you want to be. Someone that could show what you are capable of from the inside.
A bud waiting to bloom — waiting to be something beautiful.
Me when making my very cutesy OC x Canon lore only to get hit by the 'Doomed By The Narrative' beam that I inflicted upon them myself.
