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status update !!

i .. have not managed to push out all the remaining stuff in my inbox

its always when i feel like i get free time that school n irl stuff swoops in and takes all of my time away t-t

but please rest assured that i'll work on them !! we're getting some days off from school soon, so i promise i'll work on them then !!

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Dumping some of my hanayo art that I made in 2024 so here's one childhood friends Hanayo I made for their weekly prompt

The drawings on the floor are titled "Cool Hoyeori", "SuperBaekho" and "I ♥️ Baekho" in Korean

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WIP

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this is adorable !! i swear i need more slam dunk content, modern-day remake when ? </33

hot spring hotel

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Hello! If you've got the time, would it be possible to do more of the study session headcanons? I found em really cute (〃∀〃)ゞ if you don't mind I'd like to see mitsui in it too, thank you for taking the time to read this!

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : a different kind of training ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : when mitsui fails his exams and is faced with the threat of not being able to play in the team, he goes to you, the smartest student in class, for help . (and he discovers something about himself that he didn't know until now)

⸝⸝ note : i hope you don't mind that i made it a mitsui-centered drabble ! writing headcanons has been a bit hard for me lately </33 but i dont mind making a proper headcanon post if you wish !

mitsui groans in his seat and puts his head in his arms. his worksheets are a mess of scribbled formulas and doodles. "this is hopeless, y/n," he mutters, peering at your seat opposite his with a furrowed brow. the cafe was air-conditioned, but he feels hot and icky all over. and even more so when he takes in the way you move your organized notes around the table. slow and calm, like you haven't got a care in the world. and in a way, it was true -- you took the exams with the rest of the school and passed with flying colors. it was only mitsui along with the basketball team's troublemakers that are in this situation right now. at his words, you sigh and rest your cheek in your palm. "if you had just studied harder before, you wouldn't be in this situation." mitsui groans again, louder this time. his pencil rolls across the table and almost falls off if it weren't for you catching it. "hard to study when you're practicing from dawn to dusk everyday." at this, you lift one shoulder in agreement. "true," you chirp. "but now you have time, so you might as well take advantage of it." you pat his back with a firm hand. he groans again, before letting out a massive sigh and straightening in his seat. blearily, he rubs his eyes, already feeling the pressure. you look at him with a raised eyebrow and smile. "cheer up, mitsui-san," you say. "you've done okay in most subjects, you just need to focus on the ones you're struggling with; that's math, science, and english -- that's only three out of seven subjects! "besides, is there anything sharpshooter mitsui hisashi can't do?" mitsui cocks an eyebrow, stares at you. then he scoffs. "you really know how to get my attention, don't you?" you shrug. there's a twinkle in your eye as you did. "just giving you some inspiration." he narrows his eyes, but he smiles eitherway and laughs. "okay, okay. let's do this." you grin at that, handing him back his pencil. your fingers brush against his. "okay, let's start with math first. do the easy topics first and move forward from there! is that okay?" mitsui nods, nonchalant as he could be. but he leans forward to hear you better, and he listens intently when you explain all those annoying formulas. he answers the questions you ask, and takes notes on what he did wrong or did right. he doesn't comment on the way his cheeks heat up when you praise him for getting the right answer, and he doesn't complain when you move to sit next to him so you can better monitor his work. and when you part ways at the train station afterwards, he only raises a half-hearted wave and doesn't say anything, but he makes sure you've boarded your train before he boards his. he's grateful for you taking the time and energy to tutor him, but he'd never say it out loud now, would he?

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ae why is he so <3333333333333333333333333

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HELLO HELLO !!

hiii, just sending out a 'heyya' to everyone !! just letting you guys know that i'll try to write and post regularly starting from now ! i have asks in my inbox right now waiting to be answered, so keep an eye out for them :DD

currentlyyy i have two asks being worked on in my drafts, and around four in my inbox ! with any luck i can get them all out by the end of the month !!

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Hey! Do you think you can do hcs for Ryota? What he's like when he has a crush, that sort of thing

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : lovestruck ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : miyagi ryota is down bad for you !!

⸝⸝ note : yippeee im on a roll !! finally had a bit of free time, so im answering some long overdue asks :DD

GIRL . have you seen the way he treats ayako ?? yeah, he'd be exactly like that <33

assuming that you guys are on speaking terms/ are friends, he would take each and every opportunity to be close to you !

what's that? your bag feels a little heavy? oh, let ryota carry it for you !! he needs the strength training, after all !

woah, woah, woah, what are you doing? you're holding too much stuff, you can't possibly open that door on your own ! let ryota hold it open for you :DD

can't open a can ? ryota's got you covered ; didn't catch something in class ? he'd ask the teacher, just to be sure ; forgot your water ? take his !!

to me, ryota's love language would be acts of service, alongside quality time -- you don't even need to say or do anything around him, he's just content being in your presence

let me tell you this though -- he is NOT subtle !! if he starts having a crush on you, you will for sure notice >:))

if you're uncomfortable with that, then he'd back off, but he'll still check in with you from time to time -- you were his friend first before his crush, after all

his way of confessing would surprisingly be old-fashioned : a carefully written letter in his best handwriting, sealed in a neat envelope, with a single flower right next to it (your favorite, of course.)

he would leave it on your desk when you're not in the room, at the end of class just before he goes off to basketball practice; to him, it gives you time to think about his words, and it also gives him some time to get his nerves together

although, whatever your decision is, he'll support !! if you reject him, he'd be downhearted and maybe sulk a little bit, but in the end he prioritizes the bond you share over his feelings

and if you accept him / like him back, well, let me just say that he'll be waxing lyrical to the basketball team about it ;))

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It's me and the other 5 five slam dunk fans i got here against the world

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hi there! i saw ur blog just earlier n ur writing is so cool :DD im curious if you could write romantic headcanons for kogure from slamdunk ? thanks sm in advance ! ^^

KIMINOBU KOGURE ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

Sweetest boy ever.

You met him when he visited your parents' cafe where you sometimes work at when they need help.

Do I have to say that he started visiting quite.. Often?

If I can call every day often.

Your parents were actualy the first to notice that he likes you, as he claimed that he still 'doesn't know what he wants to order' when anyone but you asked, and when you came to ask him he always took the same. Your favorite drink that you recomended him for the first time he was there.

They thought that it was cute and made you always take his order, which ended up with him finally confessing to you one day.

He comes over to help you and your parents at the cafe now.

Study dates with him >>>>

He's such a good teacher!!!! And gives you a kiss for every good answer you say.

Your parents trust him so much they even let him stay over for a night sometimes. Well they make you sleep in the living room but it's so fun too.

He'll help your mom with dinner and then you'll all watch movies as a family.

Cause he's basically a part of it now.

He's so mature.

Always holds your hand, opens every door for you, asks you if you're cold and if you are he makes you take his coat.

Does this boy even have any red flags???

Well yes.

He's so insecure it hurts.

Always holds you close when you're around his friends and he sometimes gets upset if you're having fun talking with them.

Which ends up in a fight, cause he's scared that you'll leave him, and then you don't talk to him and he goes to your house with roses to apologise.

Gives one to your mom and the rest to you when he apologises to you.

Takes you on his matches as 'his personal cheerleader'. Even if he's not playing.

Puts his jacket on you so no one even think of looking at you.

When they win he runs to you and just spins you around in happiness.

10/10 softie would recommend.

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Hi~ your post on study session headcanons was so relatable for me, because I’m preparing for exams right now! Wish Kogure-sempai could keep me company while I revise… Sigh

Would you do headcanons for Mitsui, Rukawa, Kogure, and how they’d make up with their s/o after an fight?

Thank you so much! Keep up the good work!

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : kiss & make up ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : fights are always the worst thing to have with your partner. work features mitsui, rukawa, kogure, and you !

⸝⸝ note : not really hurt/comfort, but more so just the comfort after talking it out with the sd boys ! and thank u sm, peach, wishing you the best on exams ! (even though its vv late) =DD

you don't even remember what you fought about . was it a conflict on schedules ? were you being too clingy ? or lack thereof ? whatever it was, it felt awful .

mitsui hisashi . . .

look, i love the guy, but he's not the best at communication

chances are, he'll be giving you the cold shoulder for a couple of days, even though his heart yearns for your presence and his eyes automatically search for your name whenever his phone lights up with a notification

i feel like he'd be a bit prideful, not replying for hours on end and giving you terse replies whenever you speak — like i said, awful communication skills !!

secretly though, he'd be asking his friends for advice — kogure, specifically. and to some extent akagi as well; he knows that both of them are level-headed enough to hear both yours and his side of the story.

eventually, he breaks ; he misses being around you : (

mitsui stops you just as you were about to leave the room. it was late afternoon, the sun's rays slanting through the classroom windows. dust motes swirl lazily in the light as mitsui steps towards you once, twice, three times, until eventually you two are facing each other. his eyes are downcast, his feet shuffling on the worn wooden floors. "look, i - uh -" he starts, and he curses. why the hell can't he talk ? even when you're not doing anything, you can still render him speechless. he stops, takes a deep breath, starts again. "i just wanted to say that i'm sorry, for you know, not answering your messages and not calling you back. ignoring you. i - i have no excuse for that; and i'm not proud of it, either. but i just wanna say that, whatever we fought about, we- we can talk it out, if you're okay with that. i wanna make this right. i don't like being in fights with you, and it feels weird, not talking to you. and the thing is, i-" he sighs again, his gaze finally coming up to meet yours. his words come out in a whisper, his statement meant for you and you only. "- i missed you."

kogure kiminobu . . .

easily the best communicator out of the three !!

he's the type of person that strives to end any miscommunication before it could even begin, so fights and arguments with him are infrequent, if not completely rare

the only scenario i can see wherein you'd get in a fight with him is about how maybe you're working too hard -- studying from the time you get home to the early hours of morning with no breaks in-between

kogure hates seeing you suffer, so often times he tries to offer advice, even if you don't want or need it

eitherway, an argument would happen ; maybe some hurtful words were thrown around, words that neither of you meant

regardless of who instigated, kogure would always be the one to first make amends

all around you, the world goes on -- students chatting excitedly over lunch, footsteps echoing all across the campus, birds and cars and people all just trying to move forward. but in this corner of the school, the one with the flowering cherry tree behind the cafeteria, the world only consisted of you and him. you fidget with the water bottle in your hands, the condensation making your palms wet. the sweltering noontime heat makes you dizzy. (or was it from your lack of sleep?) you raise your handkerchief to swipe at your sweat, but kogure beats you to it -- gently, he dabs his at your forehead, then your cheeks, then your neck. his hands are cool despite the heat. "i'm sorry for what i said the other day," he says as he cools you down. "i ... i just don't want to see you having a hard time. i know that your deadlines were near and you have so much to do but i just really don't like seeing you so ... tired. you haven't been talking much lately and i haven't seen you smile all week so i - i just --" "kiminobu." you cut him off, leaning your cheek into his palm. kogure's heart pounds in his chest ; you say his name so sweetly, so softly. "it's okay." "are you sure?" he stammers, leaning forward to caress your face better. "it's just that i know i said some things that i shouldn't have said and it's --" "kiminobu," you repeat again, your tone firm but gentle at the same time. you rest the weight of your head on his palms (along with the weight you've been feeling all week) and you smile at him. "it's okay." kogure stares at you for a moment, then he smiles back, his eyes crinkling and a laugh spilling from his lips. "okay," he repeats, nodding his head. "okay." he laughs, and it feels like he's weightless, floating on cloud nine.

rukawa kaede . . .

not much to say for rukawa tbh

but in all seriousness, the aftermath of your fights with rukawa would be silent and cold. much like mitsui, he tends to prioritize his pride and sore heart over actually making amends with you.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care !

more often than not, he ends up with his fingers hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying desperately to think of a way to apologize to you, before sighing and just turning his phone off

he plays basketball to let off the steam, and also to occupy his mind from the lack of your presence : (

the sounds of rukawa's basketball hitting the floor echoes throughout the empty gym, mixing in with the sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees. moths gather under lamplights, their wings silvery in the night. bam-bam-bam goes the ball, before his pace stuttersto a halt. he wipes the sweat off his forehead and checks the time -- 7 pm. that's enough practice for one day. the cold night air greets him as he walks out the gym. as he swings his leg over his bike, he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. "you're still here," he states, deadpan. he still hasn't figured out how to apologize to you, and his stiffness shows in his voice. "yeah," you reply, clutching your bag tighter. you had been in the library with your classmates up until that point, working hard to finish a group project before tomorrow's deadline. silence between the two of you. you walk on, and so does he, the click-click-click of his bike wheels the only sound disrupting the quiet turmoil of each other's thoughts. the two of you exit the school campus, and for a moment you both falter on the concrete sidewalk, shoes scuffling the grit underfoot. "i'll- i'll go this way, then," you mutter. what the hell, he hates this! everything feels so ... stilted. before rukawa could reply, you turn on your heel and start walking in the direction of the train station. you barely manage three steps before rukawa cycles by, blocking you with his bike. he takes your bag and puts it in the front basket. pats the passenger seat of his bike with a determined gaze. "i'll take you home," he says. his voice is softer now. there wasn't much else to do except to sit on the backseat of his bike and let him pedal you home, the night air causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "wrap your arms around me," rukawa instructs. the wind carries his words, lifts it to your ear. you swear his breath hitches just the tinest bit when you do what he says, adding in a small nuzzle to his side for good measure. "i'm sorry," you whisper after a while, voice half-muffled by the fabric of his coat. your fingers toy with the zipper of his jacket. rukawa is silent for a bit, then he takes one hand off the handlebar and puts it atop yours. he intertwines your fingers with his, squeezing. his pulse vaguely thumps through his skin, sending beats vibrating through your palm. "i'm sorry, too."

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new hyperfixation just dropped‼️

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farm boy kogure 🌞

hc that his parents own a small farm where they grow some fruits and veggies. he helps out at the sunday town market and all the obaachans love him like oh if i were in my youth and do you have a girlfriend i have a granddaughter your age

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Peachshot! 🍹🧊 [1]

First of many!

Someday, I’ll have the courage and patience to write the entire Slam Dunk fanfiction that’s on replay in my head. I was worried that I’d never be able to start something so big, so I thought I’d begin with these small exercises in writing.

It’s unlike me, because I live to cram and do things all at once. But I want to push myself this time— inspired by all the Slam Dunk content I’ve consumed these past few months, both official and fan-made.

For this peachshot, I didn’t want to feel paralyzed about which character I’d feature first. The one closest to my heart? My second favorite? Have I even ranked them? I love all the characters in different ways!

Somehow, this felt right. Instead of that need to get everything right from the outset… I want to be just like Kogure, growing and learning and working hard, day by day, little by little.

I hope these peachshots are refreshing, go down easy, or maybe even sting sometimes.

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夏桃 [Summer Peach]

Slam Dunk Oneshot | Kogure Kiminobu x Reader Oneshot | Kogure Kiminobu x You

One hot summer day…

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You were backing out slowly from the classroom where you had just had your meeting, engaged in a staring contest with the cockroach that managed to weasel its way inside. A sign of the summer season, marked by the sound of cicadas, but plagued by all sorts of crawlers crawling… well, everywhere.

Avoiding any sudden movements, you made it past the sliding doors, only to knock into the firm shoulder of some innocent passerby. You mumbled an apology, eyes still locked on the big brown insect.

“F/n-san? Is something the matter?” You look up to see that you had in fact, bumped into Kogure’s firm shoulder. Staring up at him and pointing at the unwelcome intruder, you managed to breathe out “Ah.. s-s-senpai, it’s just that…”

Kogure’s eyes flicked to the insect, and then back to you. He leaned down, smiled at you gently and spoke close to your ear, “Do you want me to help you deal with it?”

Reaching out your hand to tug on the sleeve of his summer uniform, you nodded, looking at your shoes. You sighed, you’ve had enough of looking at the movement of the insect’s antennae.

Still smiling, his eyes closed behind his wire frame glasses and he let out a soft laugh. You released your hold on his shirt as he moved between you and the offending brown bug, his broad back obscuring the view from the classroom door frame.

He bent down to take off one indoor shoe. Raising it carefully, counting softly three, two, one, and launching it forward. He got the insect with the first hit (yay!) he’s a sharp shot, after all.

You exhaled in relief. All the while feeling a little embarrassed that a creature so small was causing you trouble just a few minutes prior.

Taking a thick piece of paper from the ream on one of the desks, he gingerly scooped up the insect’s corpse to dispose of in the trash. You tried not to look at its abdomen, exposed clearly on the stark white sheet, and focused instead on the the weapon (Kogure’s indoor shoe) lying overturned in the middle of the classroom.

“I’m sorry, I meant to get a broom from the supply closet and deal with it myself,” you said quietly by the doorway. You reached into your skirt pocket and brought out a mini pack of wet tissues, “Please, let me clean your shoe at least.”

Kogure walked back to you — only a sock on his left foot and all. He grinned, “I can’t let the vice president do that now can I? There’s nothing on it, but I’ll still give it a wipe down. Here, let me.” His right hand gently closed around yours and flipped it, extracting a single wet wipe with his left as you gripped the pack. “I’ll take one, okay?”

Using the thin fabric to clean the sole, he opened his mouth to speak, “When I was younger, I spent many summer breaks with my grandparents in the countryside. I’m used to dealing with all sorts of insects, F/n-san. Don’t worry about it at all.” He looked at you reassuringly.

You pouted slightly, “I treated you like an exterminator.” Kogure’s eyes followed the movement of your lips, blinking as he replied, “Haha! F/n-san, tell you what. Buy me some milk and we can call it quits. Sound good to you?”

You brightened. “Really? Hurry up and come with me then, senpai.” Pleased that you could return the favor, you smiled a happy little smile.

So cheerful. How cute, he thought.

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You two were walking outside the building to the school store. Kogure raised a questioning brow and asked, “The student council had a meeting during lunch time?”

“Mm, it was an emergency meeting. We talked about proposing a budget reallocation this summer for our sports teams. Everyone seems to be doing well,” you clapped your hands excitedly, “The basketball club came up too. Congratulations for winning the game last Saturday, Kogure-senpai!” You lightly tapped his back while walking beside him.

A bit of pink dusting his cheeks, he rubbed his neck self-consciously, “Ah, our team’s been working hard. Thank you.”

But you missed the way his cheeks flushed, because you were looking up ahead, scanning the contents of the store refrigerator.

Smiling, you turned to the upperclassman, “Can you wait for me here? I’ll get us the milk.” He nodded and sat down on a nearby stone bench shaded by towering green trees. The noontime sun was high, but the wind was breezy. He watched the soft whipping of your hair as you chose from the selection of milk flavors.

And you came back with two cold cartons of peach milk.

“F/n-san, you got my favorite.” You turned the carton over in your hands, confused, “Hmm? Don’t they all taste the same?”

Poking the straw through the foil opening, Kogure replied, “There’s a rabbit on the box, so this one’s the best.”

Watching him sip the milk, you suddenly burst into laughter, sweet like musical chimes, “You act like a grown up sometimes, but you’re a kid just like me, aren’t you, senpai?” You covered your mouth with a slender hand.

“Don’t tell me you show up for training with a bunny shirt on.”

His glasses glinted in the sunlight. “Maybe? You’d have to watch me practice to see that, F/n-san.”

Your eyes met his. Glittering. “Oh? I’ll start coming then.”

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Hello gorgeous, I hope life has been treating you well! Can I request mitsui, miyagi, sendo, and maki with a reader who likes to draw and often goes to their practice to draw them? If not or it’s too many that ok! Thank you for your consideration!🫶

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : my muse ! ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : sd boys with their artist partner ! involves hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi, akira sendoh, and shinichi maki !

⸝⸝ note : i took a bit of liberty and made the reader their partner, i hope that's okay ! idm making a seperate post wherein reader is their friend / admirer if ever :DD

hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi . . . seperately !

the moment you and mitsui/miyagi became a thing he just became the cockiest person in the world . like, genuinely . it was really cute and endearing at first but eventually everyone's just pissed at him t-t

even more so when he's at practice ... all of a sudden he's extra energetic and his form is beyond perfect (not that akagi's complaining; if you get them to play well then that's all for the better)

he knows that you like to draw —its even one of the reason why he likes you so much ! — and the moment he found out that you drew him during his practices ... oh my god, ego to the roof !! /pos

mitsui flashes you a devilish grin, his eyes gazing upon the quick sketches you've made of his form. "i look great," he states. he winks as he walks back towards the ring, aiming for a three-pointer. "make sure to get my good side, yeah?"

look, mitsui's all cocky and arrogant when he's in front of the others (much to their chagrin), but in private — that's a whole different story . he's consistently sending kogure and akagi photos of your art, pretty much showing them off !!

and he makes sure to thank you for all of your efforts ; he'll buy you all the art supplies you want ! (and he'll try to draw you as well, but he's not the best at it ... )

miyagi is speechless when you show him your sketchbook. across the pages are drawings of him, each pose dynamic and vivacious. he could practically feel the energy radiating from your sketches. "this is amazing," he murmurs, heart-eyed. he looks up at you. "you're amazing."

much like mitsui, he'll show your art off — but he'll show it off to everyone. the basketball team, ayako, his classmates, his family- you name it !

what can i say ? he loves you !

akira sendoh . . .

"woahh!" sendoh exclaims, his eyes alight with glee when you show him your sketchbook. he takes it in his hands, holding it as if it was the most precious thing to exist. he traces the outline of his sketched-out form with a delicate finger, his grin spreading ear-to-ear. he looks at you with crinkled eyes, his smile as bright and warm as summer sun. "these are really good ! maybe you should teach me how to draw !"

sendoh is all smiles when he saw your drawings of him . he can't help it ! believe it or not, he's seen fanart of himself alongside the countless fanmail he's received, but never before has he had someone draw him so ..

he can't describe it, really . but all he knows is that it's the best art he's ever seen ! your art was warm, each pencil stroke filled with love and care, your affection for him reflected tenderly in the careful way you drew his features.

like with mitsui and miyagi, he'll gladly show off your art to the basketball team ! and before you know it, you'll have a line of the team members asking for you to draw them as well .

shinichi maki . . .

maki stares at the compilation of sketches in his hand. admittedly, he had felt a bit downhearted when he saw that you've been drawing during their practices, feeling as if you haven't been paying him attention, but he couldn't have been more wrong. he caresses the paper with a gentle hand, then pulls you in for an embrace. "thank you, my darling," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "these are wonderful."

a gentleman through and through, maki makes sure to show his affections after receiving such a gift (even if you didn't mean it to be a gift in the first place) .

he starts giving back, taking you out on art dates and offering to buy you any art supply you want . even if you ask for just a simple pencil, he'll ensure that you get only the best quality !

unlike the other three, he'd want to keep your art of him for his eyes only . not that he's not proud of it or anything, but he just prefers for your art of him to be seen by only him ... not that it works (kiyota would find a way to snatch them from him when he's not working lmao)