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Tecchou's true morality

~mandatory warning: bsd manga spoilers

Tecchou is one of the characters (along with Teruko) who intrigued me the most in the entire DoA arc. Despite having multiple chapters dedicated to him (and the HD), we know very little about his character. I thought it would be fun to try and dissect Tecchou's morality a bit :D

Firstly, his introduction panel.

Tecchou is the strongest Hunting Dog in combat if we don't take into account their abilities.

Maybe Tecchou is more of a threat than we give him credit for. Next, we have the line 'steel in body and mind' - it's likely that Tecchou is incredibly rooted in his ideals kunikida manifested and in 'goodness' Despite his eccentricities, Tecchou is actually an extremely determined and strong-minded character. The 'meteoric slash' is something I'll come back to later.

At first glance, this is just Jouno and Tecchou quipping at each other- but look at Tecchou's expression. His eyes are closed (almost reverently and in respect of something) like he's talking about something that's inherently true to him. While he and Jouno treat it as a joke in the next panel - it's still clear that Tecchou believes in some kind of 'truth' of this world. I can't begin to guess at what it is - but clearly, it's something that matters a lot to him.

It's clear to anyone, bright as day, that Jouno doesn't particularly like Tecchou. And in this panel, we can genuinely see Tecchou's slight confusion at realising that Jouno hated him. This happens on numerous occasions where Tecchou is seemingly 'oblivious' to the feelings and things happening around him. (It could be that he's just unobservant owo)

Tecchou gets A LOT of tunnel vision.

When Tecchou is incredibly focused on something, he forgets that everything/everyone else around him exists.

Like this, for example:

And this reflects when he's attacking people too.

While Jouno is gloating talking, Tecchou doesn't even bother truly 'looking' at his enemies. He's just entirely focused on killing them. He didn't seem to care that he was attacking a literal child.

Next, look at these panels.

Tecchou looks like a monster.

His hair covers either his entire face or covers an eye. I think it's incredibly reminiscent of 'blinding' yourself. Tecchou is so incredibly driven and has a needle-point's intensity that his 'virtues' and 'goodness' that he fights for blind him from the truth, simply because he doesn't look at the bigger picture - goodness and badness are not something that intersects for him.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have virtues and morals - he does, more so than anyone.

He believes so much in the intrinsic goodness of the world and people in it, and beyond anything, he simply wants to protect the it and keep it safe for innocent people.

To finally finish this (incredibly long) analysis - I think this truly sums up Tecchou better than anything else.

He believes that it is his job to punish the wrongdoers, to bring criminals to justice and that his sword is a method of doing so. For him, there is no grey morality. If you commit evil, you deserve the appropriate punishment, no matter your reasons. But this mindset is what genuinely blinds him from the messy reality of the world - and the way his own morality turns him into a 'monster' in the pursuit of justice.

Finally, (I swear this is the end), while I couldn't read the IRL Suehiro-sensei's Plum Blossoms in Snow, a common symbolism of plum blossoms is 'preserving the sanctity of life' and in Confucianism, plum blossoms also stood for 'principles and the value of virtues.' Sounds like someone we know :D

And now I'm going to get poetic, simply because I can. The 'meteoric slash' likely refers to the way his blade flashes in the air when he fights with it. Much like how evilness is often associated with darkness, its Tecchou's blade that streaks across it like a meteor slash and brings light to them.

~Thank you for reading!

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Quiet Understandings

— A Ranpoe Fanfiction ,, words: 1.2k

> Ranpo is having a particularly bad day, with both the physical discomfort of his period and the emotional toll of dysphoria weighing heavily on him. He retreats to Poe's house for some quiet, but the storm inside him feels unbearable. Poe, ever gentle and observant, does his best to offer comfort and reminds Ranpo of the truth he sometimes struggles to hold onto: his identity is valid, and he is enough—always.

After a moment, Poe broke the silence again. “Ranpo?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re a man,” Poe said, his voice low but firm. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for doubt. “No matter what’s happening with your body, no matter how hard it feels right now. You’re a man. That’s the truth.”

★ An extract of the story:

Rain pattered softly against the windows, the rhythmic sound mingling with the occasional low rumble of thunder. It was the kind of weather that begged for warm blankets, hot tea, and quiet company. Normally, Ranpo might have appreciated such an atmosphere, especially in the sanctuary of Poe's home, but today was different. Today, everything felt off. Ranpo sat curled up on the couch, his knees drawn tightly to his chest and an oversized sweater draped over his small frame. The sleeves were too long, swallowing his hands, and he pulled them over his fingers as if the fabric alone could shield him from the world. His expression was pinched, his lips set in a tight line as he stared blankly at the window. He hated this feeling. The cramps in his lower abdomen were relentless, sharp twinges of pain that came and went in waves. His back ached too, a dull, nagging discomfort that no amount of shifting seemed to ease. But it wasn’t just the physical pain gnawing at him—it was the way his period brought his dysphoria to the surface, raw and unavoidable. It was a reminder, one he didn’t want, that his body didn’t always align with who he was. He adjusted his position again, wincing as a fresh wave of pain twisted through him. The sweater bunched around his hips, and he tugged at it irritably, wishing he could melt into the couch and disappear. The worst part wasn’t even the pain—it was the way it made him feel like he was trapped in a body that wouldn’t let him be himself. “Ranpo?” The voice was soft, hesitant, and yet somehow grounding. Ranpo turned his head slightly, just enough to see Poe standing in the doorway. Poe’s dark eyes were filled with quiet concern, his hands holding a tray balanced with careful precision. On it sat a teapot, two mugs, and a small plate of biscuits. “What?” Ranpo muttered, his voice muffled against his knees. The words came out sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. Poe didn’t flinch at the tone, instead stepping further into the room and placing the tray down on the coffee table. His movements were unhurried, almost ritualistic, as though he knew Ranpo needed time to process his presence. “I made tea,” Poe said softly, his gaze flicking to Ranpo’s curled-up form. “I thought it might help.” Ranpo glanced at the tray. The teapot was a familiar sight, a deep green ceramic one with gold accents that Poe always brought out for special occasions. The biscuits were his favorite kind too, though he rarely admitted it aloud. “I don’t want tea,” Ranpo mumbled, though the slight quaver in his voice betrayed him. Poe didn’t push. Instead, he poured himself a cup, the faint clink of porcelain filling the silence as he settled onto the couch beside Ranpo. He didn’t sit too close, leaving a careful amount of space between them, but his presence was steady, grounding.

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Puzzles And Peonies

—A Ranpoe Fanfiction ,, Words: 2.7k

> Poe invites Ranpo over for a quiet evening of tea, sweets, and a single peony meant to brighten the night. He worries that Ranpo will find the simplicity of it underwhelming, but it turns out that it’s exactly what the clever detective needs. As they settle into the peaceful atmosphere, unspoken feelings begin to surface, and their connection deepens in a moment of quiet confession.

“What’s with the flower, then?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Not your usual setup for our tea, I’d say.”<

Poe cleared his throat, caught off guard by the question. He had expected Ranpo to be distracted by the sweets or the tea itself, not to focus on the flower. “Peonies,” he began, his voice soft but steady, “they’re supposed to represent good luck and companionship. I thought… I thought it might suit us well tonight.”

★ An extract of the story:

The evening was quiet and warm, the air filled with the soft glow of a single candle flickering on the table. Its gentle light danced across the room, casting long shadows and giving everything a soft, golden hue. Poe had arranged the room with an almost obsessive attention to detail—two porcelain teacups, a small tray of delicate sweets, and, in the center, a single peony in a slender vase. The soft pink petals, delicate and almost glowing in the dim light, caught the candlelight and seemed to shimmer with a quiet beauty. Every small choice, from the tea to the sweets to the flower, had been made with one person in mind, and it had taken Poe far longer than he would ever admit to make it look effortless.

He had spent the past hour wondering if it would be enough. If the simplicity of it—this quiet gathering, just tea and a flower—would be something Ranpo, always so sharp and perceptive, would find lacking. Would it seem trivial to him? Would he think it childish? Poe’s fingers trembled slightly as he smoothed out the edge of the napkin beside his teacup, a small but sure sign of his anxiety.

The sound of the door creaking open startled him from his thoughts. A breeze swept in, carrying with it the faint smell of the outside world. And there, standing in the doorway, was Ranpo.

He slipped inside with his usual easy grace, his eyes scanning the room as though it were nothing more than another puzzle to solve. They landed on the peony in the vase, and Poe could feel the heat rush to his cheeks as Ranpo’s eyebrow arched in playful curiosity.

“Poe,” Ranpo’s voice rang out, light and teasing, “did you get a flower just for me?”

Poe blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. “I—well, yes, I suppose I did,” he stammered. “But it’s nothing special, just to set the atmosphere. Nothing more.” His attempt at sounding casual faltered, his voice hitching slightly as the nervous warmth in his chest threatened to spill out.

Ranpo sauntered toward the table, the mischievous glint in his eyes flickering even brighter. He slid into the chair across from Poe with a casual ease, as though the room itself were his domain. “Atmosphere, huh?” he murmured, his gaze shifting across the table, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his teacup. “You don’t need atmosphere to impress me, you know. I’m only here because I enjoy your company, not because I expect flowers and sweets.” Might be a little lie, He was craving sweets all throughout the walk to Poe's house.

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"Cracks In A Soldier's Armor"

— A suegiku fanfiction ,, Words: 1.9k

> Jouno’s self-destructive tendencies have always been a quiet burden he hides behind his aloof exterior. But after a brutal mission, Tecchou sees through his façade and insists on getting closer—whether Jouno likes it or not. With every word, every touch, the cracks in Jouno's armor deepen, and what was once an unbreakable wall begins to crumble under the weight of something more dangerous than a bullet—vulnerability.

‘‘Since I realized you’ve been pushing everyone away, including yourself,” Tecchou’s voice was quieter now, yet steady, carrying a weight that made Jouno pause. There was no anger, just a quiet, determined concern that Jouno hadn’t expected.

★ An extract of the story:

The night had fallen into a stark, oppressive silence. Only the faint rustle of leaves could be heard as Tecchou and Jouno made their way through the dense forest, their breaths shallow, strained. The last mission had been worse than any they'd faced in recent memory, an ambush that had come without warning and left them battered, nearly broken. Blood dried in streaks across Jouno’s face, and he felt the warmth of it against his skin, the sharp sting from cuts that hadn’t had time to heal. “Careful,” Tecchou muttered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. Jouno scoffed but didn’t bother retorting. His pride stung, but the pain in his side and arm stung worse, a constant reminder of the near-fatal strike he’d taken earlier. He’d been lucky Tecchou had been there—though he’d never admit it. Tecchou had that look in his eye, one that spoke of more than mere concern. A softness that made Jouno uncomfortable, one that unsettled him, especially in a night like this when all he could think about was the blood on his hands, the lives they'd taken, and the hollow ache it left behind. They stopped at the edge of a clearing, where moonlight filtered down through the branches, casting everything in an eerie, silver glow. Tecchou took a step forward, reaching out to offer support, but Jouno brushed him off, straightening himself with a tight-lipped glare. “I don’t need your pity, Tecchou,” Jouno hissed, a familiar edge in his voice. “It’s not pity,” Tecchou replied, his tone steady, calm in a way that only made Jouno’s irritation deepen. “You’re hurt.” “And so are you,” Jouno shot back, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in the Rotten smell of blood marring them both, the smell made him scrunch his nose up in annoyance. “But you don’t see me coddling you, do you?”

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Introduction Post!!

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— Contents: Ao3 stuff and stuff about me in general! (in short, I'm a bsd ao3 writer trying to promote her fanfictions.)

ʚ Personal Info

Hallo ^^, I'm Cisili, also known as Sveta but I don't mind what you know me by. I am nineteen years old as I was born in the year 2005! My mbti is INTP and I'm a Scorpio :> I very much enjoy writing and reading, as I like to spend most of my time with literature. One of my many hobbies other than writing is drawing and collecting stuff, I enjoy having a shelf filled with things of the stuff I'm interested in.

ʚ Ao3 Info

I write many fandoms, such as; Bungo Stray dogs, Voltron: ultimate defender, Eddsworld, and many more that I would be writing in the future. One of my main fandoms is Bungo Stray dogs as I tend to write fan fictions under the fandom more often! All of my fan fictions mostly revolve around angst, fluff, and small romance. I don't really like writing pure smut fan fictions so I won't be participating in kinktober or anything like it. (｡>ㅅ<｡) Commenting on my works and bookmarking it motivate me an awful lot!

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