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     Don’t have the heart to trash this blog but there are some things I gotta shake off, so this is now archived ! Found @ the same url @youngesper ! !

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     Don’t have the heart to trash this blog but there are some things I gotta shake off, so this is now archived ! Found @ the same url @youngesper ! !

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     Don’t have the heart to trash this blog but there are some things I gotta shake off, so this is now archived ! Found @ the same url @youngesper ! !

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     Bag

Usually has his school bag, even if there’s no school.

While all his daily school utensils are inside, he also carries 1 or 2 water bottles, some snacks ( fun-size things to save space ), and a small first aid kit for emergencies.

There’s a wilderness survival quick guide book in there.

He’s learned to keep his phone on his person because the bag frequently gets separated from him in harrowing situations. 

It isn’t personalized, but he does have his name written on the inside tag.

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     New Bag ✨

Briefcase backpack, gifted for his birthday!

Minus a water bottle because the bag is less flexible, the contents are the same, with the addition of some pens, manga, and extra snacks he also got for his birthday.

He takes extra care to ensure it doesn’t get separated from him.

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     Eye Idea

This is derived purely from the anime and Mob rather than Ritsu himself ( with reference to Saitama from OPM ).

Mob is a character painted very plainly, absolutely average, nothing at all special about him. Dreary both in attitude and appearance. Black on black, from his hair to his eyes, to his school uniform, which he is most often wearing over anything else. He blends in with the crowd. A mob. You get the picture.

However, in scenes where he is far more lively and detail is added, usually during fights, his eyes become red, similar to how Saitama’s eyes are shown to be brown when he becomes serious and is drawn more intricately. Granted, it’s far more likely Mob’s is artistic choice or the red-eye photo effect ( caused by the light show that is ESP ) over actually being red.

BUT CONSIDER. Brown-passing red eyes or vice versa. Colors like wine, or burgundy, or maroon, or y’know ... red-brown. Can seem either brown or red in certain lights ... very cool, sometimes eerie. 

Anyway ok what if Ritsu had red eyes what if it was just a family thing I blame this really short youtube edit (violence and flashing) for making me think of it as more than a joke. I like to watch it.

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"Oh.. I don't know if this is late, but.. here you go." It's probably not much, but it's some copies of his favorite manga, ones he figured that Ritsu might enjoy. "Didn't really know what to get you, so take some good manga. Happy birthday." ( traiinedhard )

                           For him ?

     Fingers fidget at his sides before he reaches out to grasp the books with an uncertain pinch to his visage. They weren’t particularly close — their interactions few and short when Genos wasn’t around — but he respected the man who his teacher dutifully followed, and who had saved him once before.

     The series is unfamiliar, but he only reads what his brother reads ( they spent their allowances on different things and benefited equally ), so they’d both have something to look over. Given his knowledge of the heroes expenditures, there’s no way to tell if they’re new or taken from his own collection, but that only makes the gift more heartfelt. He’d gone out of his way to ensure Ritsu got something.

     They slot perfectly into the book bag he received from Genos the day before and he smiles absently ; tenderly.

      ❝ I haven’t read these before. Thank you, Saitama-san. I’ll take good care of them. ❞

@traiinedhard

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Ritsu all day: recieves gifts Ritsu every time: For me ? You got me something ? Specifically for me ? You thought about me ? When you didn’t have to ? Thank you. [lowkey gonna cry]

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He's gone and baked them cupcakes, one for each of them. They're not professional, something thrown together while no one was around to see. He's not talented in anything other than using his abilities but this is something he's made from the heart, even if the sprinkles on them are practically coating the entirety of the frosting and he's probably misspelled both their names... It's a tiny work surface, okay?! Kei huffs softly, smiling widely at the mirrored boy. "Happy birthday, Ritsu!"

     Observing his brother’s earnest expression, he can only smile helplessly. Really ... they should’ve known it would be inevitable. It was impossible to hide the influence of one another’s thoughts, even if they managed to stem the flow of entire ones.

     Holding out a single cupcake of his own - the lone survivor of a hazardous batch - he laughs, shoulders trembling with genuine mirth. This one is decorated like a baseball, done with a trembling hand if the unevenness of it all meant anything. Truthfully, at least a quarter of it was only icing. He had to shave some of the cake off, and then a layer to test to see if it was edible. For a first try it ... wasn’t the worst.

   ❝ Happy birthday, Keitaro ! ❞

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“Happy BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (expirivitalis)

     And just like that, the party has begun. With a quick tug, the confetti popper goes off with a loud smack and he smiles fondly as the colorful flakes rain down in their otherwise dull surroundings. It was nothing special — in fact, he was rather disappointed in himself. There hadn’t been any way to escape the festivities any earlier, and most of the supplies had been packed away before he could get his hands on anything.

     But, for now, this would do. He could take as much of his own cake as he pleased, and he made sure to bring two slices for her. Leaving her out of the celebration hadn’t been an option. No, they were … friends. Admitting that to himself was surprisingly easy, although he wasn’t sure how he’d manage doing so publicly. Regardless, one wasn’t supposed to leave their friends alone, especially at times like this. 

     He settles down next to her and offers a plate. ❝ Thank you. ❞ For more than just her words, truly. For her understanding, her companionship. ❝ I’ll make sure I pick up the trash later … but here. It’s very good. My okaasan made it herself. Nii-san helped, I think. ❞

@expirivitalis

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“Ritsu-kun.” Genos steps away from the sink and removes his apron before hurrying over. There’s a recently iced cake among various homemade sweets on the kitchen counter. “Please wait here.” He reappears from another room moments later carrying a neatly wrapped box. Inside are a fountain pen set and a new backpack filled with Ritsu’s favorite snacks. “Happy birthday.”

     Genos needn’t worry about him staying put. School bag - and subsequently what he should be focusing on - discarded, his attention is solely diverted to the vast array of sweets scattered across the counter. Look, but don’t touch — and look he does, taking in both familiar and new. His teacher’s talents were diverse and many and Ritsu was impressed in every manner. There’s a part of him that knows something here is for him, but another argues how presumptuous that was. He shouldn’t expect anything from anyone, especially not the hero. He was a busy man.

            ( — But he hopes nonetheless. )

     His thoughts don’t wander much farther before the cyborg returns with a box in tow and then he’s thinking nothing at all. He’s speechless, obviously so, eyes wide and shimmering with things unsaid. He’s almost overcome with … with happiness. There’s no other way to describe the mounting feeling threatening to burst at the seams and render him a useless vessel.

     ❝ Hakase, you didn’t need to get me anything. ❞ He bows forward rigidly and swiftly, hair flying away from his face before settling back down in a disarray. For a moment he can’t even bring himself back up, worried about how embarrassing his expression surely must be, but he looks even more foolish like so. He clears his throat, gathers up the remainder of his composure, and fumbles for the gift. 

     To be frank, it’s rather heavy, and that only tempts more childish urges. ❝ You have my gratitude. Not only have you taken the time to teach me, you’ve now gone out of your way to find me — ❞ And then he cracks in time with his voice. ❝ I’m happy with it. Thank you. ❞ He hasn’t even seen what’s in it. ❝ I will be. It’s very nice. ❞ He’d just like to revel in the idea a little more.

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It would have been overkill to bake a cake, Jihiko thinks, but she would have never forgiven herself if she didn't do something. Every kid deserved to have a good birthday as far as she was concerned. "Happy birthday! I made you cookies!" She holds out a small bag, tied with a ribbon. Inside are half a dozen homemade and slightly misshapen cookies, carefully decorated. "They were supposed to dogs and fish. Baking is-- harder than it seems."

     Stupefied, he stares. He’d be embarrassed about it later — like a fish out of water, with his mouth falling open and pressing closed without word — but he visibly jolts back into motion. Dark eyes unblinking, he stares up at the nurse and then allows his eyes to fall to her hands. Small but neat, with a trim bow fashioning everything together. He can see the unevenness of the corners, lopsided figures and broken corners.

    Once in his palms, he cradles the gift as if he expects repercussion if he does something wrong ; cautious, but with care. When nothing does happen, he meticulously undoes the bow and tucks the ribbon into his pocket for safekeeping. They smell good, and he can see them clearly now.

     He knew firsthand baking was difficult, even with a talented teacher. There are things he notices, recognizes from his own attempts. The lumps in the icing where an unsure hand had lingered too long, slight smears where something had bled off track and an effort had been made to clear it away. She’d put in time and dedication to make the best cookies she could. For him. If anything, the flaws showed him just how perfect they really were.

     Something about him becomes lighter, face softening into something like childish wonder. He picks out a cookie and bites it right them. They’re as good as they look — which means they’re the best he’s ever had. He swallows back some foreign emotion, and then eases into a smile without thought.

    ❝ Jihiko-san … thank you for thinking of me. I’ll make sure to eat them all. ❞

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♡ –} “ Ritsu, happy birthday!! " You could barely see her face over the huge candy arrangement she was presenting him with, but it was easy to tell she had a big smile on it. It was also not hard to tell the gift was from her with the huge rosy ribbon tying it all together and one of her signature letters to top it off.

     — Oh. Oh no. There’s no way to pinpoint exactly why his stomach starts to sink at the very sight of the approaching atrocity. Maybe it was the embarrassing amount of pink that makes up the display, or the letter topping it all off like a shining star. Perhaps knowing who was behind it all was making him the most uneasy.

      It was likely all of the above.

      Had it not been for her exclamation, this surely wouldn’t be mistaken by anyone for anything but a declaration of love. Going around carrying this would be a feat he wasn’t ready to embrace. If anything, he was eager to bury his face in his hands and hide away before he had to suffer the consequences. Even now, he could hear the invasive questions, the teasing. Nothing he particularly cared about - his reputation wasn’t the most important thing to him - but he didn’t want to deal with it either.

     But, he sticks around. There’s no reason to react so dramatically, although he has no doubt his expression shows just how he feels about the ordeal. But … underneath it all, he’s warm. A pleasant feeling even with the summer heat, and he fiddles with the hem of his sleeves nervously. He … doesn’t mind it, not really. It’s rather nice, even if he wants to shy away from it.

   ❝ … Thank you. ❞ And he means it. His tone is soft and he raises his hands, settling them over hers for a fleeting moment. A squeeze and he’s abruptly moving to take the gift from her, shuffling back a few feet. His words drop to a mumble, mostly because the end of the ribbon presses against his mouth. ❝ I appreciate you thinking of me. You … surely went all out. ❞

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Today is special, he's waited all night to finally be able to wish his brother a happy birthday — never mind that they have school in the morning, or that he hasn't slept a wink, this is important! He want's to be the first, and he is, holding out the hand made card that would seem childish to anyone else, he smiles as wide as he can with closed eyes. " Happy birthday, Ritsu.." Shigeo's fondness seeps out in soft words, he'll spoil his brother all day because he deserves it!

     Time was inconsequential when you rarely slept. When the clock rolled over into the new day and the soft knock thumped against his door on cue, he only registered it being late and the fact he was likely in trouble ━ he’d turned on his lamp when he assumed everyone had gone to be. Resigning himself to his fate, he shuffled from his desk, textbook purposefully in hand - technically he was studying, just, nothing they would be learning for months from now - and cracked open the door.

    It was Shigeo. Shigeo who definitely needed a little more than eight hours of sleep, and his brows furrowed with worry before he realized he was being offered something. For a moment he’s confused ; comparable to the work of an elementary student, he’s not at all sure what it is. His name is the first thing he recognizes, and then everything else falls into place. Composure falters and his breath hitches.

    The book is discarded in favor of taking the card with both hands, corners pinched delicately between his fingertips. He loves it. His face twists up farther once he opens it, taking in the sweet message penned in familiar writing and his heart feels too full. It’s simple, but he’s never been given anything greater or more dear to him.

     Even after everything … No. There was never a reason to doubt his brother, why was he so surprised ?

    ❝ Nii-san… ❞ There’s the faintest of smiles despite his apparent distress, cheeks damp, and then he steps forward to envelope his brother in his arms, squeezing as tight as he dare.

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happy birthday my fellow nerd

     sorry his mom doesn’t allow him to speak to delinquents. 

[vinlanyasz]

Happy Birthday Ritsu!!!🌵 💖  Live happily!

[laugacane]

Dang Ritsu dislikes reigen that much huh

Happy birthday, Edgy little brother Ritsu Kageyama - 2nd July

[mobpsycho2]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMO LEGEND