「Puu」”My type is...” | .1.
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❝❝ If you, reader, were to say: “My type is someone just like you. ♡ ”
Saichi, Sugimoto
(If he isn’t interested X:) “Ah, don’t say that. It’s not like anything will come out of it,” he says while scratching his nose. Though he gets embarrassed for a moment, he forgets what you said a few minutes later.
(If he is into you O:) “Huh.” He suddenly pulls his cap till it hides his face. Later on, at a time when you’ve forgotten the conversation, he brings it up again. “What you said a bit ago, I too… Sort of feel the same… ‘bout you…” He won’t say outright you’re his type.
Yoshitake, Shiraishi
(X:) “Eh, really? Someone like me—someone cool like me? Kind?” He’ll go ‘hey, hey’ and stick to you, getting touchy and demanding even more precise praise.
(O:) “Seriously!?” He cuts in before you finish speaking. “Me too! Me too me too! You are so my type! I mean I really, seriously, love you!” This he says without a hint of cynicism.
Hyakunosuke, Ogata
(X:) “…Hmm.” While he replies in a nice, laconic way, he basically ignores you and continues tending to his gun. Really isn’t listening properly.
(O:) “…Hmm.” His reaction doesn’t really change outwardly, but his heart runs into a frenzy, and his hands become damp with sweat. Makes quite the few mistakes on the usual maintenance of his gun. After a serious incident occurs, he will tell you the following: “You said I was your type, didn’t you? I don’t hate you either. I’m willing to have you if you come to me, so make up your mind, dullard.” And he’d stare, demanding gaze upon you.
Hajime, Tsukishima
(X:) “…Is that so.” Even though he thinks he should say something, nothing comes to mind. He scratches his head, uncomfortable, and drops his gaze. “Ah… Well, then, I’ll just…” An excuse me, and he escapes.
(O:) “Jokes like that aren’t impressive. Please stop.” Despite giving you his back, he doesn’t leave, and after a brief silence he steals a glance at you. When your eyes meet, he awkwardly asks “Wh—what is it?” Truth is he wants you to insist that no, you weren’t cracking a joke.
