sharing my higuchi headcanons!! the issue is that i don't have many headcanons and some of them are literally: this is my trait and i want him to be more like me.
-he likes tech and gadgets (in line with his job at technology development department) but he's not THAT tech savy. maybe a bit more than the average person? he's no engineer. i like the idea of him buying gadgets he doesn't need and being like look at this thing, it's so cool right? (kinda like my dad lol)
-he keeps brief contact with his parents. when he was a kid they were very permissive, he was never really punished for anything and he was spoiled. i think his father is stoic and cold, never praised him and there was always a lot of comparison to others. always lowkey disappointed that kyosuke isn't more exceptional. the relationship got even more strained after the demotion. i don't have much thoughts about his mom, but he was definitely closer to her.
-him being a five dan in kendo is canon but for my thoughts about it: i don't think he practices it anymore. probably stopped once he started working? (i do need to learn more about kendo to form more opinions)
-he likes wearing brand clothes. big brand names and stuff. to the point it might be tacky? he doesn't mind tacky, he needs to make an impression, doesn't matter what kind.
-he likes flaunting his money and he's not stingy at all. he'll spend a lot on a woman he likes. doesn't care about the concept of "gold diggers" because he's aware money and status is his appeal.
-this one i keep going back and forth: if he has passive suicidal ideation. that's what i gravitate to when i try to write him pre-death note, but i actually don't know if it truly fits him. he sometimes seems not to have much thoughts so maybe he's not that bothered by his life. (but on the other hand, what person who likes their life would use a death note?! then again, as we established he doesn't think that much...)
-he has a tendency for vasovagal syncope (or more precisely, presyncope). his main triggers are: small injuries that bleed (like cutting his finger) and getting blood drawn. he doesn't actually faint but gets really sick for a minute or two. has to sit down or he'll actually pass out. embarrassing in public. probably HAS fainted in the past. (i don't care if it's unrealistic or doesn't fit him i think it's cute.... i also have experience with this so i can imagine exactly how it feels)
-related to the last one i also think he's squeamish around blood. prefers to look away.
-low pain tolerance.
-the people he talks the most at work (from the yotsuba 8) are mido and takahashi. he sees hanging out with takahashi as slumming it, but they are similar levels of sleazy. oh and i think higuchi might be less mean in private, cause he doesn't have to impress anyone haha.
-this is a small hc for what happens in the plot but i like to imagine he had a concussion from the car crash :3 he wasn't wearing a seatbelt and he did hit his head so it's likely.
Maybe we knew each other much earlier than we thought ☔️
An illustration of Shingo and Reiji as children.
I had always wanted to draw Reiji’s childhood someday, but never really got around to it… somehow I just kept drawing Shingo instead. lol. This succubus of a man.
Then the idea suddenly came to me a few days ago, and this piece just happened.
Hi :D Thanks for the ask, I hope you’re having a nice day!
This is from a Mido-centric AU in which (most of) the Yotsuba guys live long enough to have to deal with the events of the A-Kira one shot. I’ve been thinking about it for over a year, now, but I’m struggling to give it a real structure beyond like… a series of disconnected dialogues. In the meantime, have this:
“Hoax or not, Namikawa believes we’ll pull through and I’m inclined to agree. We’ve weathered worse,” Mido muttered into the receiver.
He moved the cell phone from his right ear to his left, trapping it between his head and shoulder to free his hands for the keyboard. He squinted at the last, convoluted sentence he’d typed out, backspaced, and started over.
“Sorry, that came out wrong,” Shimura said. He didn’t sound like a man fearing for his life – which, Mido supposed, he should at least be grateful for. When his former co-worker’s name had lit up the screen he had seriously considered ignoring the call. “I meant to ask how you are holding up.”
“I’m alright.” A small sigh from the other end of the line had him rushing to rectify, too little too late, “More than alright. Exhausted, sure, but that goes without saying.”
“Look, I know it’s a two-hour trip, but with the new train line… What I’m trying to say, is if you need—”
“Anything, yes,” Mido interrupted him. “I appreciate it. But I’d rather—”
Saved by his secretary’s upper half peeking through the door. She mouthed something about somebody waiting to be let in and he replied with a nod, two fingers raised. Two minutes.