#[ Banshee has a very particular set of skills. Loud ones. ]

[cc1010fox]

Fox: No. Senator: Excuse me? Fox: ...One moment. Fox, over comms: Lieutenant, I have a situation that requires your expertise. Senator: I told you, I want-- Fox, as Banshee arrives: Lieutenant, this senator is hard of hearing. Please convey my answer at a higher volume. Banshee: What's the answer? Fox: No. Senator: How dare--! Banshee, roaring:

NOOO!!!

Senator, startled: U-understood. Fox: Thank you for your work, Lieutenant. Banshee: KRIFF YEAH!!! Any time!

[jjuzoir]

Homare Arisugawa General HCS

request: “Hi Sora! I never see any art/writing for my boy Homare from A3! (Maybe because his dialogue is so ridiculous.) Would you mind writing something for him?” from tlali

a/n: ahhh i don’t think i’ve ever taken so long in a request jdjdndnd but i just wanted to make it right because i love homare so much❕ he deserves everything and more i just HDHSJJA we need more homare love 🤬 his dialogue is hilarious and i feel like we need to appreciate his style more no more homare slander 🙅

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- He smells like earl gray tea. No one knows why since he uses unscented soaps, he says it’s probably because he spends most of his time drinking or around tea.

- He’s very particular about his hair, he uses very specific shampoos and conditioners that he will absolutely not share or change unless he notices his hair needs it. Talking about his hair, it’s naturally kind of dry so he uses a lot of hydrating products which leaves him with the softest, most fluffy hair ever. It’s like touching a cloud.

- One of his favorite gifts given to him is a tie given to him as a birthday gift by his members. Everyone pitched it, including Izumi, and Azuma picked it out. It’s black, much like his everyday tie, but it’s got a small embroidered snowflake.

- He’s got three main pairs of glasses; his everyday ones he keeps at hand when he goes out, his at home ones which are (according to him) less flattering, and his driving ones. Keep in mind he can’t drive, he doesn’t even own a car.

- He can speak french and latin, and he’s super loud about it too. He’ll sometimes slip in french phrases and no one will understand other than Chikage and it’s just a mess - Muku is always so amazed that he knows two other languages too and probably asks him to teach him sometime.

- Definitely has the prettiest handwriting when it comes to the roman alphabet, he writes in ink and with fancy pens that cost more than Banri’s tuition.

- Absolutely has a bunch of business cards printed out, each with its own quote made by him. Sakyo thought it was such a waste printing them until he realized that no matter how many Homare took when he went to run errands he always gave them all, to whom? No one knows.

- He’s very well respected in the literary community, which still shocks pretty much everyone. He gets stopped often by fans or people who’ve read his work, it happens at least once a day and Izumi really doesn’t… she doesn’t understand, poor girl.

- He’s not that good with phone calls, he’s not bad but he definitely prefers texting or just talking face to face. To him there’s just a certain level of discontent he doesn’t like that doesn’t exist in other mediums.

- His favorite shows are either comedies or heavy hitting detective shows, there is no inbetween. You’ll walk in on him watching a sitcom leave the room and walk in on a serial killer chase down.

- About his love for detective shows, his favorite pastime is trying to solve the mysteries with the main character. He’ll rewatch the episode so many times to try and pick up clues, he’ll take notes and come to a conclusion and he loves the feeling of getting it right.

- In the same spirit as the statement above, absolutely got Tsumugi and Sakyo hooked on some of his favorites and they hang out to talk about the latest episodes and the overarching mystery. The conversations can tend to get kind of heavy very quick, more than once Muku thought they were investigating a real crime and almost fainted.

- He looks like he’s probably allergic to wool sweaters, they make his skin itch and he always needs to use a shirt underneath them - so he tends to buy those expensive anti-allergic ones that need to be washed in a very specific way that could probably pay Tsuzuru’s whole college debt and it takes a lot of restraint from the playwright not to steal one and sell in the black market.

- Talking about Tsuzuru, he often gives him writing advice. Said advice tends to be very useful, like keeping a pen and notebook on him in case anything comes to mind during the day or writing daily to help ease him into a style, etc. Homare genuinely wants him to bloom into a writer and is willing to beta-read anything Minagi needs, be it a script or a sleep deprived rambling about the gay subtext in Nocturnity.

- Arisugawa sets himself reading goals each month, he likes to read at least one book. He prefers poetry books or classic english literature, but he also likes to read romance books or really bizarre dystopian novels.

- Has read more books than most people in the company and can give very detailed recommendations if you give him like a day.

- Sings operas in the shower, unless stopped he will keep going until the second act. Surprisingly good falsetto, but one time Tenma thought it was a Banshee for a second and almost cried into Juza’s chest.

- He’s not only an overly emotional drunk but also a loud drunk, he’s already quite loud but when he’s downed half a bottle of wine and a shot of vodka he’s louder than the Summer Troupe combined. Because of this, Izumi tends to restrict his alcohol intake when they’re at the dorm.

- I can see him being very big into musicals, not all musicals but a very specific niche; classic horror novels turned into musicals. He’s a very big fan of both the German and Korean versions of Dracula, his favorite song is probably “Zu Ende” or the Korean version of “It’s Over”. He also likes the Frankenstein musical too, but overall he finds Junsu’s Dracula more interesting thus his preference.

- He will talk your ear off if you mention any musical though, be it a classic like Phantom or something newer like Heathers.

- A very big fan of Ghibli movies, he told me so himself today. He really likes Spirited Away though, it’s a movie he’s watched so many times but he’s still completely enamoured by it; he probably has made the Winter Troupe watch it at least once and Hisoka definitely knows the beginning of the movie by heart now.

- Homare is also really good at drawing, not like Kazunari but he’s probably the second best. He learned by analyzing and looking at artists he admired and picking up on their techniques. A true Renaissance Man™️.

- I feel like he’d also have a bunch of skills that are kind of, useless? He can probably carve wood and make candles, he also took a course in glass blowing probably. Arisugawa just wants to try everything at least once, his motto is probably to explore and learn as much as possible, not just about art but the world (he can be surprisingly smart if you have a dictionary at hand).

- Very observant, just in general. Which can be both good and bad, it’s good because it helps him understand the situation in ways others might not but it leads to him to sometimes overthinking things and behaving in manners which may annoy or hurt others.

- He also has a hard time trying to react to social cues, as seen in game, with certain people. While he’s worked it out with the Winter troupe and the Mankai company he still struggles when it comes to new people.

- Will make little tunes he sings in the shower that kind of become a little daily song, each day there’s a new one he’ll hum.

- He also canonly makes music and he makes contemporary electro-pop, you cannot change my mind. He probably also mixes opera and classical music into his tunes, which can go from 1 minute to 10, so you end up with a very cool mix of orchestra and techno-pop - it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but he’s probably got his own niche group.

- Now, into more romantic HCs...

- He’s a good flirt, a very good flirt. They may sound weird looking back at it, but his pickup lines work and they work well.

- He knows when to stop pursuing someone too. He senses even a bit of discomfort and he’s backing away, won’t ask anything. Very big on consent and unless stated absolutely explicitly he’ll keep his distance.

- A true gentleman, please - he’ll never let his dates pay, always open the doors for them, will even do the “walk on the inside of the sidewalk” when he’s walking you home.

- His favorite dates tend to be ones where you get to know more about each other, not always necessarily by talking though. Being able to go into a bookstore and look at the books, seeing the ones you pick, what you pick at a cafe or restaurant, it all helps him draw a better picture of who you are and he likes to think it helps you get to know him better too.

- He’s very in tune with his S/O’s feelings but is afraid of overstepping any boundaries which may lead to some miscommunication at the beginning of the relationship. But it’s workable and it wouldn’t be that big an issue in the long run as long as his partner is willing to help him understand them.

- Not big on PDA, thinks certain things should remain inside - not to say he wouldn’t talk for hours about his partner to anyone who listens but things like kissing or hugs tend to be behind closed doors. He’s okay with hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek though!

- Likes wearing matching outfits with his S/O, thinks it shows how they’re “one in spirit, heart, and mind” and will not stop pointing it out to the point even married couples feel single as they hear him ramble on about the subtle coordination in your color schemes to create a perfect contrast.

- Notices the smallest things like how much sugar you like in your drinks, the telltale signs of when you’re lying or uncomfortable, how you act when you’re too cold or too hot, and learns it by heart.

- Homare is also the kind of boyfriend who’d confront the waiter if they get your order wrong, he’s not ashamed of it either.

- He kind of just wants to make sure you’re doing well and happy, he’s a gentleman.

- Damn… I love him so much

[dothewrite]

hello, i just read your mafia/yazuka au and its so good i loved it! and i thought of another scenario for a mafia au with like kuroo becuase i just think it would suit him best but what if you did one with his civilian s/o and he always tells her to lock the door and shit and shes always like yeayeayea whatever and then one day he tricks her because she doesnt look the door and he pretends that hes someone else and goes into the house and tries to take her like as a joke? kinda to 'teach her a

(cont.) lesson’ kinda thing but he accidentally scares the absolute crap out of her ? sorry if this is too specific and im not giving you enough freedom of creativity to write aahh

Thank you! I’m not quite sure how this turned out actually, but it was a good chortle I had while writing. I hope you enjoy some more silly. :)

Kuroo, right before he leaves the house for work in the morning, sticks the post-it to the front door. The words ‘LOCK THE DOOR’ are printed, with almost technological accuracy, on the note with a sharpie. He practiced for this. He’s never seen such beautiful capital letters in his life and honestly, he’s rather chuffed at a job well done. All that’s left is for you to actually listen to him, for once in your life, before you get nicked right out of your own living room because knowing you, it’s gonna happen sooner or later.

The door clicks shut behind him as he takes a step into the street. Dawn’s barely broken, but he’s all stern, focused and unforgiving, ready for another grueling day. It’s not that he doesn’t like his work, but when one decides to climb the metaphorical stairway of yakuza-success, enjoyment is something you learn to put away quickly.

There’s always you, his unfairly carefree love of his life, to look forward to at the end of a long day.

He’s gotta hand it to you, he thinks as he faces the door again eight hours later, you’re nothing if not consistent. He wouldn’t call you stubborn, but you’re that particular blend of agreeing, and then absolutely forgetting. Sometimes it works in his favour, when he fucks up, but then there’s actual home safety and Kuroo’s pretty sure there’s a physical pamphlet about that somewhere that came with the house.

It was a 50/50 chance, he swears later, but he’s proud to say he came prepared this time and a tiny bit pleased you didn’t disappoint. Pulling up the thick black scarf he has around his neck at all times, it regretfully covers his shit-eating grin, crooked with a childlike anticipation, and he pushes open the front door. It’s unlocked, as always, and he makes a note of how well the hinges are actually oiled; it barely makes a noise, combined with his rather illegal set of skills.

What do you know, this house is actually prime material for actual robbers. Well, actual robbers who intend to rob the place. His socks make absolutely no noise whatsoever as they glide peacefully across the polished floor, and the stairs make almost negative sound as he takes each step. His long limbs stretch gracefully to three steps at a time, nothing about his movements can be called clumsy or lanky. Kuroo is fully aware that he’s a whopping 187 centimeters of beauty and grace, and he’s sure as hell about to rub all that in your face.

Long fingers rest delicately on the state-of-the-art banister, and he pushes himself fully in one fluid movement. He takes a moment, breathing in through his face mask, to appreciate how silent everything in the world is compared to the racket you’re making in the bathroom.

You’ve been dating for five years, engaged for two, and to this day Kuroo still has absolutely no idea what you do in there that sounds like a rhino giving a particularly enthusiastic lap dance.

Time to find out, he grins and strikes.

He must look like a slightly overexcited panther, in his complete suit of black fabric that hugs his calves to perfection. His usual bed head is covered underneath another makeshift wrap, leaving only his keen eyes, golden and far too enthused for anyone’s good.

You don’t get to notice any of it.

The hairdryer in your hand is wrenched out unceremoniously and there’s a hand over your mouth before your eyes can even widen. It’s a full three seconds of complete paralysis, and a ridiculous part of your imagination shrieks that it’s your shadow finally revolting against you for all the years of being stepped on.

The large black figure tosses you over his shoulder- it’s too muscular and angular to be a female, you notice that at least- and Kuroo has to hold in a wince at the scream that still rips itself from your throat, even if your mouth is covered. He marvels, as he bounds back down the stairs with you carried like a sack, at how much noise can come out of such a small container. It’s like the northern winds have been set free of their earthly bounds. Maybe he’s dating a banshee? You certainly look like one sometimes, in the mornings.

He only makes it to the doorway of the living room before your survival instincts actually kick in, and the winds have finished their escape ceremony. Kuroo’s actually rather impressed and very happy as he drops you to dodge a furious elbow to the head. You show no signs of stopping- pausing only to take a deep breath, your eyes are narrowed with unnatural focus and Kuroo actually has to take a violent step back to evade a back hook kick at his face. He reaches out quickly, snatching your ankle out from midair and he’s about to grab your shoulder to calm you the fuck down but you’re having none of it. He thinks he hears a faint crack when you twist mid-hop to slam the back of your left fist against his cheek.

“Fuck,” he coughs, and he thinks he tastes a little blood. “Were you always this violent?”

In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have said that because you don’t even wait to slam a fist angrily into his gut. It doesn’t knock him anywhere, but it does cause him to stagger, all the air forced out of his lungs in one go.

Kuroo looks up at you mid-groan, and grins.

“You look gorgeous when you’re angry, you know that?”

Uh, you didn’t think so. Half your hair is mussed from the way he tossed you around, and the other half is still wet because someone decided to interrupt you mid blow-dry.

“Dude, are you fucking serious,” is all you manage to say and he cracks up.

“I can’t,” he splutters mid cackle, his lips stretched into one of his insufferable grins, “I can’t believe you still remember your jujitsu from ages ago, holy crap.”

Your voice is about as dynamic as a pancake. “Even your goodbye kisses are ‘keep safe’, Tetsurou. I’m actually not capable of forgetting that I’m in mortal danger all the time.”

“You are, I just proved it!”

You stare at him. He stares right back. It’s the world’s most unproductive non-verbal conversation ever.

“Are you serious,” you choose to repeat.

Kuroo just grins some more, now standing back up straight and looking down at you. “You’re smiling,” he points out.

So you are. You sigh heavily and make to go back upstairs to finish your hair, but Kuroo wraps a large hand around your wrist and spins you back into him. You crash into his chest with a loud ‘oomph’ and your nose is a little sore. He has a very firm chest.

Kuroo leans down to press a firm kiss on your cheek before you can wriggle back out of his grasp, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Alright,” he can hear the fondness in your voice and the resulting endless exasperation from it, and all of it makes him so incredibly warm. Your voice is still muffled into his shirt but he doesn’t care a bit. You’re still smiling. “Welcome home, you dork.”