❝ poltergeist report: 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 :🎠 - Your character is at the carnival.What kinds of rides or games do they check out to entertain themselves? (as for me I'm hitting up the shooting gallery, good aim must run in the family) | client: @xleitmotif , @ask-sota-urameshi | 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.
Yusuke is playing those games where you test your strength. First thing he's doing is hustling the person in charge of the game, doing his 'best' but it's embarrassingly mediocre which would either make the person pity or mock him and so he'd cheat them out of a prize or maybe even wager a few bucks by pretending to be upset from their mocking. He's a street kid through and through.
very specific headcanons
@xleitmotif asked:
How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?
ㅤLove comes in two flavors for Itachi, so to speak. There's the general sense of love and care that can be likened to the Will of Fire, in the sense of wanting to protect everyone in Konoha and wanting them to be happy and safe and well. This is a sort of all-encompassing love and compassion. And this also applies to people that Itachi is familiar with but that aren't really close friends or family, for example. He is very giving with this kind of sentiment, and he believes in doing good unconditionally, as a way to express this form of general love.
ㅤOn the other hand, when it comes to a truly heartfelt "I love you", in the sense of "I wouldn't hesitate to give my life for you + I will always do everything in my power to keep you safe + I cherish everything about you + you give meaning to my life", he is much more reserved. Be it in a romantic or in a platonic sense. Itachi very much is someone who speaks with purpose and he does not say things for the sake of making others feel good. So, if you ever find yourself at the receiving end of one of his very rare "I love you", you can be sure he absolutely means it.
One year. She had promised him one year, that’s all he had to do. It was a requirement from the court that while they say Kai’s mother as unfit to care for him, Vittoria simply couldn’t sweep in and steal him away. There were conditions.
Always conditions.
Kai never did care to know too much about Vittoria. She was kind, even when he wasn’t. Despite her failed attempts at cooking, he was always fed. Always safe. And despite his occasional disbelief, always loved. Not the type of love she vocally reminds him of, but the kind when he catches her watching him with that dopey little smile on her face. Or when she buys him new gloves or slips his favorite sweets into his lunch bag.
And there was no way, and in no words that he could explain that in the court of law. Honestly who could? What they really wanted was her past addresses. Documentation that should be standard and that...well...that every person should have right? Social security number. Birth certificate? She had tried to plead with them that having come from a similar upbringing she had no access to any of those documents.
“Then he’ll go into a foster home until you can prove who you are.”
A year, she whispered into his hair before he had to part from her. She must’ve felt it in the tremor of his hands, or the rapid rise and fall of his chest under her leather gloved hands because she said, killing them won’t make this better.
So he sat, cross legged on the bed in the bland room of his foster home, and stared at the small calendar in his hands. Today would mark an entire year. He’d grown taller, perhaps a bit more moodier, maybe a tiny bit more cynical about the world.
But that was it. Because at the foot of his bed, packed into one suitcase and one large backpack, was everything he owned. He kept it minimal, no need to make it harder to drag his things out when she came for him right?
He went to sleep fully dressed.
When he woke, he was absolutely glad he had done so.
He’d left the window to his second story bedroom open tonight. It wouldn’t be a hard climb for her and of course he was right.
She sat cross legged on the window ledge and even in the dark room lit by the moonlight, he could see her bright lopsided grin.
“Hey kid-- jeez, I’m gone one year and you shoot up like a weed.”
His eyes squint at her as he climbs off the bed. His things are already gone and for a moment he wonders if he should be concerned but, considering the circumstances...considering her?
Nah.
“Took you long enough Ma. I started to doubt you.”
“No you didn’t,” she teased with a laugh. “You ready?”
He wandered slowly up to the window as she stretched her legs.
“You know we could use the front door, right?”
“Oh come on, where’s the fun in that? i wouldn’t be a good parental guardian if i didn’t immediately endanger you life after obtaining legal rights to you.”
“You’re psychotic,” he responds and looks out of the window, to the distance down to the ground with a frown. “Want to explain how you got legal rights?”
“I just know some very good people. Had to do some favors, pull a few strings. You know, crime boss level type stuff--”
He shoots her a look and sees that same annoying smile and roll his eyes in disbelief. He could pressure her for answers, but honestly...he didn’t give a damn.
She came, that’s all that mattered. Her eyes softened, the playful look in her eyes gone.
“You want to say good bye to them?”
“No.”
“Why? Were they awful to you?”
The air in the room shifts, like a flashwave of hot across his skin and in his lungs followed by cool crisp air that isn’t being filtered in from the outside.
“No,” he mumbled, staring at her. “I just don’t care.”
He expects her to push but she doesn’t. Instead her grin is slow and pleased. “Well, if that’s all then, dare I say, let’s go home yeah?”
She hops off the window and Kai looks over it again. “Sure we can’t use the front door?”
“Nah--”
He turns to face her yet when he does, something seems to crawl and curl around his arms and shoulders. It’s familiar and in a second he knows that the black tendrils weaving in through the open window and tugging on him are of no threat. They’re her.
But without warning he’s yanked back, free falling out the window but she’s not far behind. He offers no resistance, body lax and comfortable as she leaps from the window after him.
They disappear into the darkness and Kai couldn’t have been any more at ease.
Home is still home. It feels almost like he never left. Everything is clean, some of his things right where he left them. There are no words to exchange as he heads for his room but she stops him once, the look is all it takes to know what she seeks.
The hug is...comfortable. “Let’s never have to do that again,” she whispers, voice shaky and Kai realizes that this year, as hard as it was for him, was equally as taxing on her.
“Yeah..never.” is his response. Her thumb brushes his cheek and her eyes glisten when she pulls back.
“Night ma.”
“Night son,” she says and something strikes through Kai. It’s a warm feeling, one that gives him pause to take a shaky breath. He wasn’t expecting that one, it’s new. But he likes it. It can stay. As he sat his things back into his room in proper order before crawling into bed, he looked at his large bay window. On the inside ledge lay one single solitary feather.
He snorts and he opens the window and heads to his bed. When he finally crawls into it he calls over his shoulder, “You know, you’re just as bad as her--”
Hawks’ low chuckle fills the room and while he gets it, Hawks is probably visiting to see him after all this time, Kai’s a little more grown up than we was a year ago so he says, “She’s in the kitchen preparing lunch for the week. If you want to catch her before she goes to bed, go now--”
The pro-hero says nothing but gives Kai a ruffle of his hair and disappears out the door into the hallway.
Kai fell asleep with a smile on his face, and didn’t wake up through the night like before.
She was home. He was home. Hawks was here and life seemed to be getting better and better by the minute.
Send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character | accepting. | @xleitmotif
How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (they're basically married-)
Would they…
Make the first move? Yes | No | Not applicable
Say “I love you” first? Yes | No | Not applicable
Cheat on them? Yes | No | Not applicable
Be the jealous type? Yes | No | Not applicable (a rare time for 'Phie!)
Plan the dates? Yes | No | Not applicable
Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No | Not applicable
Remember anniversaries? Yes | No | Not applicable
BOLD WHAT APPLIES:
Their Relationship Is:
friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other
PUBLIC Displays of Affection:
hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection | other
PRIVATE Displays of Affection:
hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips (usually a sticky note or piece of tape blocking direct contact) | cuddling | hugging (VERY rare and done when Kai wants to) | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection | other (A lot of affection isn't physical in respect to Kai's conditions and most are done in acts of service.)
Do they stay together?
yes, this is endgame (we love and respect teacher AU in this house/she's married to him there + they surprisingly had a child.) | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other
BONUS
What terrible pet names would they give each other?
ROACH AND RAT ARE THEIR TERMS OF IRRITATION TO ANOTHER. THIS IS STILL FUNNY AS FUCK TO ME.
"Hey stranger," Astoria greets him with a warm smile, placing a glass of water and a straw down in front of him. "It's been a minute since you've come in. Work busy?"
“Kai. Hey, Kai.” Tomura is kneeling next to Kai’s bed, holding onto its frame. His friend is sleeping, but he has something important to tell him. If he was trying to wake anyone else, he’d poke their cheek or something. Stupid fear of dirt and touch making things difficult. “Hey, wake up.”
Yusuke’s tiny hands press hard against the glass of the toy store window. His gaze is locked intently on the display of a shiny remote-control car as it has been for the past five minutes. The small bills his mom had tossed him the day after Christmas as a last minute “present” wouldn’t cover the cost, and the coins he’d picked up on the streets outside the mall still don’t make up for the remainder. Which is dumb, because it’s the only thing he’d asked for, and every other kid seemed to be getting at least one real gift!
Keiko got a pretty doll for Christmas, and she was telling him all about what the other kids in their class had been given from Santa. Not that Santa was real, Yusuke’s mom had made sure he knew that amidst his complaints about not getting anything himself. The money had been offered to keep him quiet before she went back to ignoring him as usual.
Maybe Yusuke can just take the car? If he’s real quiet, he might not get caught, right?
There’s a patter of feet next to him, and suddenly, another kid is gawking through the glass next to him. Their eyes meet and Yusuke is offered a grin from the boy that he doesn’t trust. Yusuke crosses his arms, glaring like he’s ready to fight. “Are you gonna get the cool car?”
