HI HELLO, WANT SOMEONE TO DRAW WHATEVER U WANT IN EXCHANGE FOR SEISHUN GAMEPASSES AND/OR SAKURA??
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STATUS: CLOSED (FOR NOW...)!!!
INFO:
• Hello!! Depending on the complexity of the request, a usual drawing will take 1-2 days minimum!
• After sketch is done, I can adjust the art based on instructions.
• PAYMENT AFTER SKETCH!
• When dming, please send the pose reference and character, don't be shy to send multiple references! State how you want the artwork to be and how you're willing to pay, negotiations are possible.
If you want to commission, please let me know on this post and DM me for further details!
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(WILL ACCEPT SEISHUN GAMEPASSES, SAKURA, AND YEN DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY, NEGOTIATIONS ARE POSSIBLE!!)
MAIN STYLE:
• BUST, HALF BODY, FULL BODY
CHIBI STYLE:
• HEAD, FULL BODY
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PAYMENT METHOD:
• Seishun Gamepasses
Custom accessories
Custom hair & face
Custom hair color
Double archetypes
• Sakura
• Yen
• I ALSO DO ART TRADES TEEHEE
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WILL NOT DO:
• Inappropriate and Illegal Content
I'm a minor, so please keep it pg-13 ( ◜‿◝ )
P.S AFTER YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE FINAL PRODUCT, YOU ARE FREE TO DO AS YOU LIKE BUT PLEASE!!! DO NOT FEED MY ART TO A.I !!!
I love the idea of Icchan holding a grudge against Hirose once him and Nakamura start dating. He’s super happy that his dad finally got together with the boy he’s been pining over for months, but said boy *also* made his dad cry for a week straight, and Icchan cannot let that go unpunished. Icchan squirts ink straight at Hirose’s face the first time he comes over, eventually escalating into throwing shells at him and actively cockblocking the boy by escaping his tank whenever he tries to get handsy with Nakamura.
Hirose makes it his mission to win Icchan over with offerings of treats and new toys. Nakamura is conflicted between concern for Icchan’s behavior towards Hirose and cuteness overload over seeing love of his life trying so hard to get his beloved pet to like him.
Summary: In their third year of high school, Nakamura and Hirose are finally coming to terms with the status of their relationship. After getting to know the couple who owns their new favorite bakery, Nakamura tries to put his long-held feelings to rest, while Hirose is only now figuring out that maybe what he feels for Nakamura is closer to love.
Hirose and Nakamura were friends for what was starting to feel like a very long time. From the moment Nakamura stopped Hirose from pouring water over the octopi during their home economics class in their first year, Hirose had passively introduced the idea of being Nakamura’s friend long before Nakamura himself asked to be friends with him in Yokohama.
Their friendship was something Hirose had believed was special for both of them. On more occasions than Hirose could count, he’d confided in Nakamura with his insecurities he’d never unveiled to anyone else. And sometimes, when his pleading had worn down Nakamura’s defenses, he allowed himself to be fully honest around Hirose. In Hirose’s mind, he was the closest friend and confidant of Nakamura Okuto, so why was it that Nakamura only ever seemed to laugh louder when he was around Kawamura and her group of friends?
Hirose watched from his table as Nakamura sat beside Kawamura, Okuda, and Hamaoka in the usual corner by the classroom door. They were giggling about whatever it was that had gotten them into a good mood on this particular day, Okuda’s elbow going to nudge Nakamura’s side, causing him to blush over what it was she said before he burst into a fit of laughter. Hirose was never upset by their friendship; even in this moment, he was happy that Nakamura had other people he got along with that weren’t him, but he still couldn’t shake off that nagging question in his head. Why doesn’t he laugh like that with me?
The straw of Hirose’s half-empty juice box was pinched between his teeth as he stared at the group. Of course, Hirose himself was in conversation with Takeuchi and Mukai, but it had grown clear that the two of them had caught on to his ongoing distraction.
“You better not be staring at my girl there,” Takeuchi said as a half-threat, but Hirose knew it held no merit.
His juice box fell from his lips as he turned to look at Takeuchi. “You know I would never,” he said a little harsher than intended. He cleared his throat and calmed down whatever it was that was spiking inside of him. “I was just curious about what’s going on there.”
Mukai glanced at the group and hummed. “Maybe they’re talking about BL stuff. You know how those girls are.”
Something crawled inside Hirose when Mukai’s words settled with him. He couldn’t make heads or tails of what this sudden feeling was, but he just let it pass. “You think Nakamura’s into BL?”
“It wouldn’t be that weird if he is,” Mukai answered. “It would explain why they got so close.”
“What?” Takeuchi groaned as he threw his back against his seat. “I don’t need that guy having anything in common with Hamaoka.”
Hirose picked up his juice box, sparing one last look over to Nakamura, watching him carelessly smile. Whatever it was they were talking about, it was apparently leagues more interesting in comparison to anything he and Nakamura ever talked about before. But still, how nice that smile looked on him.
Over the last three years of knowing each other, it had become part of Hirose’s and Nakamura’s daily routine to walk home together after classes were over. Sometimes they would go a random new route or take a turn where they weren’t supposed to, to explore the area between school and their respective homes. It’s how Nakamura and he found some of their favorite bakeries, cafes, and random third spaces to sit and chill for a while. They even found a board game store where they could book a table and just play games together for hours. It was the only time Hirose got to hang out with Nakamura outside of the very few weekends when both of their schedules aligned.
Nakamura walked by Hirose’s side on their way back home together. He had noticed how Nakamura had stopped bringing his bike to school since they had started keeping each other company after school, but today Nakamura had it with him. Hirose, in that moment, recalled how Nakamura didn’t have the time to hang out today since he had some study time to catch up on. Hirose wanted to ask earlier if he could study with him, just for the sake of spending more time together, but a part of him felt like he wouldn’t be able to focus in Nakamura’s presence.
Hirose and Nakamura waved each other goodbye, and as Nakamura mounted his bike and went off, Hirose continued to stare as Nakamura peddled away, unsure of why his chest felt so heavy.
Hirose ultimately decided to head to Cafe Saku, the same one he and Nakamura went to just the other day, and waste his time away. There wasn’t much he wanted to do, but perhaps eating the sweet treats in this cafe would remind him of his time spent there with Nakamura.
Huh?
Hirose tried to shake the thought out of his head. There was absolutely no reason to be thinking of Nakamura in this very moment. Sure, they were best friends, but Hirose could spend time completely on his own without needing to think of his handsome, kind, and gentle friend. Hirose’s body warmed up at that thought.
“Hirose?”
Hirose looked up to the side when he heard that familiar sweet voice, and was met with the sight of Sakamoto standing right next to him. Since the two of them broke up, they stopped referring to eachother by their first names, and after becoming classmates during their second year, they managed to find a way to just be friends and let their previous relationship stay behind them.
“Oh, Sakamoto, what are you doing here?” This could be a good distraction from what was going on in his brain.
“Hifumi told me about it,” Sakamoto answered. “She started working here recently, so I came by to see her.” She looked around the cafe and sighed. “I guess she doesn’t work today…”
Hirose already knew that Sakamoto and Kawamura had become friends last year since she was also in the same class with them. The two of them were as close to each other as Hirose was to Nakamura, so he understood Sakamoto’s dismay when her dear friend wasn’t here.
“Do you want to sit?” Hirose asked her, and Sakamoto nodded, taking the seat opposite him. “Sooo, you came all this way without knowing if Kawamura was here?”
“Umm, well…” Sakamoto immediately erupted into an intense blush, leaving Hirose confused over what could have made her react that way. “I was hoping to surprise her is all. Ya’know, so we could walk home together after she was done with her shift.”
Was she willing to wait four hours in this cafe just to walk home with Kawamura? Maybe they were closer than Hirose originally thought. Though, to be fair, he would do the same with Nakamura if he had a job.
Their conversation was put on pause when the door opened, and a woman came through, immediately calling out a name. Hirose and Sakamoto turned to look at the woman as she walked over to the counter in the back.
“Rie!” she said gleefully, calling for the attention of the woman behind the counter, who also happened to look about the same age. “Sorry, I came back so late. I tried wrapping it up as quickly as possible, but they kept finding more ways to keep me there.”
The woman behind the counter lifted the flap on the table to let the other woman go right behind, and as soon as the two women were face-to-face, they leaned in to kiss one another and parted like it was the most casual thing in the world. For Hirose, however, it felt like his whole life had been flipped on its head. He knew a bit about LGBTQ, or at least bits and pieces, like people having attraction towards people of the same sex, but he had never seen it in person before.
“Those two are the owners of the cafe and Hifumi’s bosses.” Hirose pulled his eyes away from the two women and looked over to see that Sakamoto was watching the sight too. “The one who just came in is Himari, and that’s her wife, Rie. I’ve only talked to them once before, but they’re really nice people.”
Hirose couldn’t find the right words to say; in fact, he had no idea what to say. Sakamoto picked up on his silence and turned to look at him, laughing a little.
“It’s your first time, huh?”
Hirose cleared his throat. “Yeah— I mean, I don’t find it weird or anything,” he quickly defended. “I just never saw something like that before.”
“It’s not that different from when a boy and a girl kiss.” Sakamoto looked over to the two women again, who were now in their own world of conversation. Seeing them together changed that part in Hirose’s heart that he didn’t understand, the part that pinched and swelled when he was with Nakamura. “I’m in love with Hifumi.”
“Huh?” Hirose could hardly register what she had just said, letting out the first sound he could make. Does Sakamoto like girls? But she dated him just two years ago. Could people really go from liking boys to liking girls that quickly?
Sakamoto fiddled with the hem of her sleeves, shifting the fabric between her fingers. “Sorry, I just thought…”
“No, it’s just— it wasn’t that.” Hirose didn’t want to make it look like he wasn’t accepting of Sakamoto. He wanted to be her friend, but this part he found just a little confusing. “I just… I thought you liked boys.”
“I do,” she answered honestly. “And I also like girls.”
“You can like both?” Hirose was surprised by this. He had always thought it was one or another, but never both. His reaction seemed to put Sakamoto at ease as she laughed again.
“That’s what people call being bisexual. Plenty of people these days are more open in saying they like both boys and girls,” Sakamoto explained carefully. “So yeah, I like Hifumi.”
Hirose smiled back at her. “Kawamura is one lucky girl.”
Hirose and Nakamura had made weekend plans to hang out with each other at the park and have some sort of picnic together. They had just finished eating their lunch, and Nakamura was rambling about his pet octopus Icchan. Hirose, on the other hand, was lying down on the blanket, looking up at the clouds as he listened. It was one of the rare occasions in which Nakamura led the conversation, and Hirose would much sooner throw himself into the sun than interrupt him. But somewhere in between, Hirose’s mind wandered into other territory, namely, the conversation he had with Sakamoto yesterday.
He had stayed up later than usual last night, thinking about what she had said, trying to figure out why it stuck to him for so long. he wasn’t taken aback by the idea that she liked girls, not at all, but when he tried applying that same concept to himself, something in him felt off.
Hirose had entertained the idea of liking boys before, back when he was in middle school, and he thought the sheer amount of affection Matsumura was throwing in his direction felt a little bit confusing, but he let the thought go as quickly as it emerged. Hirose is a boy; it was only natural that he should only like girls, but somehow, that thought didn’t feel right either.
“What happens if you like both girls and boys?” Hirose had blurted out before he could even pass it through some sort of filter. Nakamura immediately put a pause to what he was saying and looked down at Hirose from where he was sitting. Hirose, in an instant, felt his face heat up to a feverish degree, but he stayed quiet, waiting to see if Nakamura would say something.
“Well…” Nakamura started, trying to find the words. “What makes you say that?”
Hirose tried and failed to dampen the drumming of his heart, but he found the words regardless. “I just realized recently that the world doesn’t have to be so black and white, this or that. And that maybe… I didn’t have to be like that either…” It only started to settle with Hirose what he was suggesting as the words left his mouth. A mountain of dread fell upon him in that very moment, in fear that maybe Nakamura wouldn’t be as accepting of this topic as he and Sakamoto were yesterday.
“Hirose.” Nakamura moved closer to him, leaning his head down and blocking out the sun from Hirose’s view. They were close now, though perhaps, only Hirose was hyperaware of their distance. “No matter what you choose, or who you turn out to be, I’ll always be your best friend.”
What felt like a lethal pang in his chest sent his heart racing faster than ever before, and suddenly all of his worries melted away. It was in that moment that Hirose found himself becoming infinitely more honest than he usually would be whenever he was with Nakamura.
“Can you laugh with me, the same way you laugh with Kawamura and her friends?” Hirose asked. “You can tell me anything you want, if you like BL, I want to know about it, I— I want to know everything.” Nakamura’s eyes shifted from surprised to a breathtaking softness at Hirose’s question. His chest only felt tighter at the sight.
“Of course,” Nakamura said just as softly.
And then something settled with Hirose. So much has changed with Nakamura over the years, and it wasn’t just the fact that he had become more open with time, but he’d also grown, too. Even if Nakamura wasn’t the type to be into sports, he somehow managed to keep himself in pretty fit condition; he even bulked up a bit. But that wasn’t all, he’d grown taller, almost a whole head taller than Hirose, and although Hirose himself had grown to be five foot six, Nakamura was now six whole feet. He was already 18 years old and looked so mature now, but he was still the same Nakamura.
Hirose couldn’t say for the life of him what this feeling was, but maybe in time it would become clear to him, and he’ll look back and wonder what took him so long to realize. And at the very least, he knew he would have Nakamura by his side for all of it.
