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[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Oh yay! I was gonna as for relationship hc with the canines from 701 with a fluffy bunny reader? Please and I really liked your 701 headcanons

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS WITH ROOM 701 [Fluffy Bunny!Reader]

(ah, thank you!!) I admitedly struggled with incorprating the fluffy bunny part, but I hope this is enjoyable!

- Psychic

intro

It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? A rabbit hanging out in a canine dorm. Canines are among the most vicious predators: be they wolves or dogs, their teeth are all the same.

That’s the sort of talk that goes around in the rabbit dorms, and quite possibly in the other, herbivore dorm rooms, too. There’s a sort of conditional trust that exists between dogs and herbivores: an understanding that dogs are “better” canines, and safer.

And yet, even dogs are just ‘safer’, and not simply ‘safe’.

But you’ve seen herbivores behave just as viciously as any predator. Rabbits like Mizuki, and that one girl who hides herself away in the gardening club doing whatever boys ask of her. They’re both vicious, albeit in different ways.

And if those two, despite their shortcomings, can be considered ‘safe’, then surely, the other students of Cherryton are ‘safe’, too. It’s a bit of a leap in logic, but it motivates you, anyway.

There’s nothing wrong with making more friends.

meeting them

Legoshi

Meeting Legoshi is as easy as joining the drama club.

Unfortunately, the drama club is invitation-only: rumour is that they seek out ‘unique’ students.

You don’t fit that bill, so you settle for ‘accidentally’ running into Legoshi after drama club ends for the day.

It’s just your luck that he’s too self-doubting to even consider the idea of you going out of your way to meet him.

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Jack

Jack is extremely studious, and is usually found in secluded places like the school library or on one of the pastures by the cliffs.

You were worried about approaching him — you’ve only spoken to him in fleeting moments during classes; to ask for a pen or an empty page from his notebook — but your worries were for nothing.

He’s a model student in all ways; not as awkward as the other boys in room 701, but every bit as earnest and sincere.

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Collot

You pictured Collot at first as the shy, refined type, but when you go out of your way to find him, he’s surrounded by two or three other girls, each hanging onto his word.

You can’t even tell what he thinks of all the attention because his fur covers his eyes.

It takes you a long while, but you manage to find Collot at a time where he isn’t surrounded by a flock of girls: he makes late-night visits to the school tuck shop to buy some sort of plant-based jerky.

Unlike your run-ins with Jack and Legoshi, you truly weren’t seeking Collot out when you bumped into him.

Collot vaguely remembers your face (he can’t recall from where, but you don’t expect him to), and you get his cell number.

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Durham

He trips over his own feet and winds up landing on you.

The textbook you were carrying back to your dorm — the one that you stuffed full of all the handouts from class — goes flying, and the papers scatter through the hallway.

To his credit, Durham immediately helps you pick everything up. Maybe it’s guilt, or maybe it’s because he didn’t have anything better to do, but he offers to carry the textbook in your stead.

On the walk back to the rabbit dorms, you make small talk. For as clumsy as Durham appeared to be, it’s clear that he really did feel bad for bumping into you.

Many others would have apologised and moved on with their day. Some wouldn’t have even done that.

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Miguno

You were able to meet Miguno thanks to a friend-of-a-friend who remembered seeing Miguno play at some school event or the other.

It’s much to go off of, but you go searching for him, anyway. You try all the areas that the band kids frequent but to no result.

But then you find (or rather, hear) him practising his guitar up on the roof of the canine dorms.

It’s easy to befriend him, and even easier for you to listen to his playing. He honestly isn’t half-bad.

It makes you wonder why he isn’t in the school band if he’s so skilled.

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Voss

He goes wherever his roommates go, and that makes it extremely frustrating to talk to him alone.

He’s … extremely vulgar for someone so small, and his swearing rubs off on you a little more than it should.

relationship headcanons

Legoshi

Your relationship with Legoshi is ... frustrating. He always worries about hurting you, and he has a tendency to ignore the fact that you chose to be in a relationship with him, too.

You need to get used to being the assertive one; heaven knows that Legoshi will overhink everything he possibly can. But he's trying, and this is new for the both of you.

You don't really know if your relationship with him will be just a highschool fling or something more, and it could just be the hormones talking, but you hope it's the latter.

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Jack

Jack is a model student, but there are days when he goes into these depressive episodes. He’s insecure about a lot of things. From what he tells you, the pressure placed on dogs is immense. And that's not even including how everything he does will he contributed to his species.

On his really bad days, you have to force him to focus on something else. You'd love to ease his worries completely, but you don't know how. You hope that helping Jack focus on other things — the books he loves, the fond memories he has of his family — is enough.

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Collot

Collot is extremely easy to hang out with. He never truly fusses about anything, and sometimes, you worry about him stifling himself for you.

Because he's so laid-back, Collot sometimes forgets that others aren't as lackadaisical as he is. It's not so much a character flaw as it is a character trait, but it takes some getting used to.

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Durham

The girls in your dorms think that Durham is sizing you up to eat you, at first. He spends a lot of his time with you.

It's too the point that it almost becomes suffocating. Durham isn't clingy — more like he's still feeling you, and this relationship out.

Time will tell how you both handle the other.

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Miguno

Miguno practices with his band extremely often, which makes it especially difficult to find time to meet up. Even when you two do manage to meet, your conversations are dominated by ‘The Leftovers’ and the new songs they're writing.

It’s easy to be supportive and listen along, but it's hard not to drive yourself miserable doing so.

‘Everything in moderation’ may very well be the motto for your relationship.

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Voss

No one ever talks about how difficult it is to accomodate short animals. Even though the shops outside Cherryton claim to be fully accessible... well, they aren't. Not completely.

There's no smaller utensils at the cafés you and Voss want to go out to. Walking anywhere is a nightmare — Voss tires quickly because of his short legs — and heaven forbid someone steps on him.

It takes some getting used to.

fluffy, soft fur

Legoshi

Your fur is extremely soft, and honestly? It completely fascinates Legoshi.

The texture itself is not new, but the softness of it is.

Some days you catch him staring at you, only to realise that he’s really just staring at your fur.

That’s another thing: he never so much as strokes your fur without your permission. Even if you’re sitting close together, he keeps a respectful distance.

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Jack

It’s a sudden request: “Can I touch you?”

Maybe Jack realises how his request sounds when it’s phrased like that, because he makes the low whine he does when he’s embarrassed. He meant to ask to touch your fur, he clarifies later, when he's less embarrassed.

You don’t even know where the request come from, but you don’t mind it much at all. It was going to come up sooner or later: your species is known for having soft, fluffy fur. You take a certain amount of pride in the way it grows.

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Collot

You know that angels exist because Collot exists.

His fur-care tips? An absolute godsend.

The difference in texture between your fur and his own is notable, but Collot manages to find ways to help you maintain your fur more effectively.

If you ever thought about cutting your fur, Collot would support you all the way — he knows better than anyone how bothersome long fur can be.

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Durham

Seeing your fur low-key makes Durham feel bad about his own fur — his is short, and not nearly as well-cared for.

You honestly don't know much about furcare besides what you’ve needed to know for yourself, so the two of you bond over helping Durham grow out his fur.

(And maybe doing so gives him the opportunity to feel just how soft your fur is.)

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Miguno

He doesn't realise just how soft to the touch your fur is until he touches it for himself.

The fluff reminds him of the sheep and alpaca students on campus — he's never felt confident enough to ask to touch their fur.

Call it wish fulfilment or call it a fixation, but Miguno can't resist your fur.

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Voss

Voss uses its softness as both a pillow and a blanket. Whenever he moves, the fur is flattened where he laid, and while you have to fluff it back into its usual shape after, you really don’t mind.

With how many praise the quality and feel of your fur, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t care about it.

[couldyouspeakmyname]

May I request headcannons for Yafya with a snow leopard partner 😩

Yes, yes you can

- Maeve

Yafya doesn’t like being in relationships, so when he finally settles down with you? A carnivore? He trusts you with his life

He’d never allow you to go on patrol with him, but he does teach you self defense. He also loves training with you.

Snow leopards have those beautiful, long, expressive tails. Yafya can’t help but pet it when you give him an opportunity

Likes snuggling with you, though he hates to admit it

As a feline, you’re probably independent, and that takes a lot of pressure off Yafya, who is frequently busy. He doesn’t feel like he’s abandoning you when a mission runs long. 

Dating a carnivore himself? Yafya starts feeling guilty about his garden, his prior actions, and makes a silent vow to make it up somehow. He’s probably going to start donating more to charity, and investing in schools that have both herbivores and carnivores in them. 

Overworks himself, a lot. So it actually really helps that he has a feline partner. Felines are really good at inserting themselves into situations. It wouldn’t be unusually for you to scoot close to Yafya, and eventually cause him to go to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. 

Yafya is also a lot less likely to take missions back to back, he wants to spend a small bit of time with you. Legoshi and Louis can handle the small ones, right?

Likes to just stay awake at night and hold you close, burying his face in your neck, and appreciating your thick fur. 

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Hi I don’t know if you take Melon requests, but if not feel free to ignore this. Would it be ok to request headcanons of Melon with an affectionate caring s/o please?

MELON WITH AN AFFECTIONATE, CARING S/O

I write for all of the characters featured in Beastars and its sister series, Beast Complex 👍🏾

I get the feeling that this is meant to be wholesome, so, I tried not to lean too heavily into angsty territory. At the same time though, since Melon’s ... instability and love of violence is such a large part of his character, it would feel strange removing references to that completely.

Anyway, hope you enjoy, anon!

— Psychic

General Headcanons

It's very tempting for prospective partners to take on a nurturing, maternal or even an almost therapist-like role in their relationship with Melon.

Those past partners became so embroiled in their fantasies that they failed to remember one important fact: that you cannot “fix” Melon.

More importantly: Melon does not want to be fixed. He doesn't regret his actions, either, and, given the opportunity, he would likely have things play out the same way.

But this is a reality Melon’s s/o is well aware of.

Borders in Communication

Communicating with Melon is like communicating to an alien; although Melon comes off as suave and charismatic, his social skills are very, terribly underdeveloped.

(It is no fault of his.)

Melon learnt to communicate by studying the way herbivores communicate with each other — Melon’s entire style of communication (at least when he is actively trying to be non-threatening) can be described as “see? I’m perfectly harmless”.

That may be fine for one-off talks with co-workers or people on the street, but it is uncanny.

Melon’s attempt at masking his poor social skills comes off as endearing at best, and disturbing at the absolute worst.

But over time, Melon stops masking around his s/o.

He convinces himself that he stops because he can't be bothered to keep up the façade, but really, it's because he doesn't want to make his s/o too uncomfortable.

Melon’s s/o is very big on hugs, and other, physical displays of affection. At first, they may not be able to understand why Melon doesn't appear to reciprocate their feelings.

If left unchecked, ot may even lead to resentment.

But, an honest conversation helps. (Honest conversations are a common thing in this relationship — they're almsot required when dealing with Melon)

Small Affections

Melon's s/o is wary of being 'too' affectionate; if they are, Melon tends to misconstrue it as mockery or something else negative.

It sounds paradoxical, but the smaller the displays of affection, the more likely it is that Melon will accept them.

So, Melon's s/o is forced to start small: first with light touches (not petting -- petting Melon makes him feel like an animal), and then working slowly up to holding hands in private.

Melon's s/o knows their attempts are successful when Melon begins doing it without prompting.

In what appears to be another paradoxical trait: Melon is very affectionate in public, but considerably more reserved in private. This links back to the 'masking' mentioned earlier -- herbivores are stereotyped as being more affectionate + family-oriented, so those are the traits Melon tries to embody when in public with his s/o.

As Melon becomes more comfortable with his leopard side, he gradually decreases the affection he shows publicly -- while increasing the affection he shows to his s/o privately.

Melon's s/o has to be patient with him -- a difficult task, but one they undertake sincerely.

Adventures in Cooking

Melon's s/o doesn't understand what Melon means when he says all food tastes like sand to him.

S/O takes that to mean that their cooking is tasteless, and spends an embarrassingly long time reading cooking books and crawling related forums for help.

I'm certain Melon must've noticed the misunderstanding, but says nothing because ... well, it's nice to be fussed over. Especially since his s/o is fully genuine in their efforts to help him.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Free snuggle headcanons? I have a mighty neeed (p≧w≦q)

Snuggling Headcanons [Free]

For shits and for giggles, I like to imagine that this set of headcanons is some sort of "sequel" for the "Nightmare Repellent" and "Dating Free" headcanons.

Hope these are enjoyable!

— Psychic

General Headcanons

You have to learn to snuggle with Free on his own terms.

Free has to learn that there's a time and place for everything: you probably don't want to snuggle while you're hyperfocusing on work, but you'd be more appreciative if you were winding down for the day.

When it comes to the act of cuddling itself, Free tends to favour positions that either allow him to wrap his arms around you, or that let you rest against him.

The main takeaway is that Free is very physical. He doesn't consider it 'cuddling' unless there's physical contact.

For felines, cuddling is both a way to strengthen your bond with your partner, and a non-violent means of informing/reminding other felines “this is my partner”. It's a purely instinctive behaviour.

Once Free has you in his arms, he generally won't let go unless it's urgent.

If you're shorter than him, he likes to rest his chin atop your head while he pulls you closer.

You’ll need to invest in a lint roller — hair from Free's mane gets everywhere.

Free tends to run warmer than you do; not just because of his — for lack of a better term — "active lifestyle", but also due to the insulation his mane provides.

He's a godsend during colder days, and he knows it.

Rainy Day [Prose]

It always rained plenty in November, but these days, you worried that it was raining too much.

Every day began and ended the same way: with grey, miserable clouds, and even more miserable downpours of unfeeling, icy rain. If you were the philosophising type, you would've found some good in the rainstorms. Maybe even made a link between the unyielding torrents and beastkind's ancient ambition to rid itself of its instincts that were so unforgiving. Your nose twitched as you tossed the thought over in your head, playing with the implications that were borne of it. You shook your head to yourself. You weren't the philosophising type. Never were.

If you were to categorise yourself, you were a simple sort of person. The sort of simpleness that came with a rough-around-the-edges intellect — the sort of intelligence that beget a righteous hatred for the rain, the cold, and what they both stood for: the coming of winter.

There was plenty to love about winter, just as there was plenty to hate about it.

"Free," you call, finally pulling your eyes away from the window, "remind me to buy more blankets!"

You aren't sure that he's heard you — the noise of the shower often drowns out everything else — but for the time being, you'll pretend as if he has. It's then you hear the water suddenly stop, and the tell-tale click of the water heater switch being turned off. You turn your head towards the corridor, down to the bathroom door. Free's head sticks out, his wet, drippy mane pooled around his neck.

"Babe, you said somethin'?" he asks, disappearing back into the bathroom for a moment only to come out with a towel wrapped around his neck. You decide to ignore the fact that it's your favourite towel.

You make grabby hands towards him, trying to encourage him to come closer. "Don't worry about what I said and just come here. Please?"

Free takes a few steps forward, before he stops suddenly. He shoots you a look, playful but teasing. "Aren't you always saying that I shouldn't cuddle you when I'm wet?"

You quickly come up with a loophole. "I said 'wet'. And you're not wet, are you? You're 'damp'. That's completely different. Now stop talking and come here!"

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"What do you think of this one?" you suggest, tilting your tablet screen. You can feel Free's chin move from where it is positioned on your head, and you know he's trying to see the online catalogue.

"Does it matter?" he says. "They're all the same thing."

You huff, but you don't correct him. They are all the same blanket, just in different colours and sporting different patterns. "Fine. Let me rephrase what I said: which of these blankets do you dislike the least?"

In your mind, this is exactly how miserable, rainy days should be spent: curled up together with someone you love, and sorting through which new blankets to buy.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Self-Defense With The Shishigumi

I’ve been working on asks, I promise ... just trying to find the motivation to finish them :'D

Anyways, I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a bit, so, hope you all enjoy!

— Psychic

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It's always better to be safe rather than sorry.

Sure, you might not be in danger now, but what about in the future?

What if some punk decides to shivv you?

There's nothing wrong with learning how to fight off someone. It's an invaluable skill, really.

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Ibuki

He’ll take you aside and calmly explain his thought process.

If you disagree, then he’ll try to find some sort of compromise— even if you only learn a few techniques, a few is better than none.

Ibuki will be patient, and will try to take your species’ strengths (if any) into consideration.

It may seem like useless fretting, but you need to remember that Ibuki is in a gang; and a well-known one, at that.

He’ll have your back if push comes to shove, but he needs to be certain that you can hold your own, too.

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Dolph

You can tell that he’s thinking about something; he loses focus during your conversations, which is very unlike him.

When he does make up his mind about it, you don't really have a choice.

Like Ibuki, he teaches you how to defend yourself.

However, he also puts a fair amount of focus on offensive techniques.

You won't always be in a situation wherein you can evade and defend; sometimes you need to fight.

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Free

It was supposed to be a calming ride down to the beach, but Free had other plans.

You wind up blindfolded and clutching onto the back of him for dear life, hoping that you don't go flying off of his motorbike.

When you reach your destination, the blindfold is removed and an unloaded gun is shoved into your hands.

There's targets painted on the walls— for the next few weeks, Free forces you to practise your shooting.

Not too many animals can withstand bullets, after all.

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Agata

He’s young, but not stupid.

As soon as you both begin dating seriously, Agata insists on teaching you how to defend yourself.

He doesn't go so far as to give you a gun, but he does show you how to use one.

He’s strong, and when fighting, he more or less relies on his strength.

When he teaches you, he has to remember that you may not possess the same strength as him, and to plan accordingly.

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Dope

He just shows up a bunch of reading material one day.

Books on biology, and some of self-defense styles.

Self-defense isn't as useful as knowing when to stand your ground and when to flee.

Knowing the biological weaknesses of each animal is essential.

He doesn't expect you to memorise everything, of course, but he’d like for you to at least try.

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Jinma

He thinks that you would be safest outside of the Black Market, and that you should avoid visiting the BAM if you can.

Still, he doesn't want you to be caught unaware if you do end up there.

He'll being a rough map of the Market, and he will outline each gang's territory, no matter how seemingly inconsequential the syndicate is.

It's more like a geography lesson rather than a self-defense class, but it's very helpful.

Knowing what routes lead you back to “civilized society” is a must— especially if you are a herbivore.

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Miguel

Expect a full body workout.

Fighting won't do you much good if you don't have the stamina for it.

Likewise, you can't run away if you haven't trained your body to run long distances; adrenaline can only push your body so far.

No matter how much you complain or beg for Miguel to reconsider a regiment that isn't so harsh, he will simply ignore you.

Your safety is important— if you don't want to take the steps to ensure your survival ... well, the lion will just have to force you.

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Hino

He prefers not to get his hands dirtied, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Contrary to what others may believe, Hino isn't the type to keep defending and evading— he’s an attacker.

The sooner you deal with the opponent, the sooner you can rest and recuperate.

He starts off by teaching you how to dodge and evade. Then, he shows you how to weaken an opponent— things like how to exploit their species’ weaknesses to your benefit.

For example: cheetahs can't maintain their speed forever, and are very vulnerable while they stop to catch their breath. Canines have strong jaws, and favour them over their claws.

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Sabu

Know when to run away ; that's the first piece of wisdom that Sabu imparts on you.

Aim for the head is the second piece of advice.

He has many years of experience under his belt.

The knowledge that he shares with you is a compilation of the things he’s survived up until now; learn from his mistakes.

He makes sure that you know how to properly handle a firearm from the early.

Firearms are just like knives— if you don't know how to use them properly, you're at a significant disadvantage.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

A Date With the 701 Boys

I really love all the interactions with the 701 boys; such a shame that the majority of them don't have much meaningful development outside of “They’re Legoshi’s friends :)”

The omakes at least do a better job of characterising them . . . though, that's what headcanon blogs are for, I suppose.

— Psychic

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Legoshi

would keep it low-key— he’s all about enjoying your company.

It's easiest to do this while it's just the two of you, especially if you're in an interspecies relationship.

As such, he doesn't worry too much about choosing a location for your date

. . . or, at least he doesn't until his friends in 701 stress the importance of it.

Then, he panics— he didn't know it was that important!

He does everything he can to come up with somewhere nice to take you— he enlists the help of some of the Drama Club members

Some members, like Bill, are of no help. Others, like Els and Aoba are infinitely more useful.

Legoshi doesn't strike me as the type to go to cafés on a date, but perhaps he’d make an exception for you?

In any case, the open sea isn't too far from the city, so the both of you might enjoy a peaceful stroll along the boardwalk.

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Collot

he attracts all manner of species . . . he’s quite the Cassanova, actually.

What he’s discovered is that certain species prefer certain locations.

Most cats hate water, and wouldn't be able to appreciate an outing close to any body of water.

Sheep, alpacas, goats . . . well, as long as there was lots of open greenery, they’d find something good to say about the location. Any place outside of the city will be fine for them.

He’ll pick the location based on your species

He might actually show up to your residence looking somewhat presentable

He isn't showing up to your place in a suit or tie or anything, but he puts some effort into combing out his fur

Chances are, you’re going to have a fantastic day out with Collot

Though, if you want to stay indoors, that's fine with him, too :)

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Jack

you might be the first animal (male, female or otherwise) that Jack's taken out on a date.

He’s not as knowledgeable about this sort of thing like Collot is, but he's not clueless like Legoshi

The days leading up to your day out, you may find him asking you seemingly random questions

Rest assured though, he isn't asking you those questions for no reason . . .

He's just trying to get a better idea of the things you like so he can plan accordingly!

Dogs learn through a complete and utter absorption of the material they're studying — in order for him to have an idea for the date, Jack needs to learn everything about you

It pays off, of course, but, even if the date is a flop, Jack is still happy that he spent time with you!

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Durham

it's best if you don't get your hopes too high.

For whatever reason, this coyote seems to have the worst luck when it comes to date-planning.

Want to go see a movie? Tickets are all sold out, and always for some inexplicable reason.

Want to go to a fancy restaurant? Too bad— there's no more room for reservations.

Want to go on a peaceful promenade around the local park? Oh, would you look at that— it's wild hornet season!

Despite his misfortune, Durham takes it in stride.

Whatever kills you only makes you stronger, though, in the coyote's case . . . whatever doesn't end him will probably try again.

Still, there's nothing wrong with staying home and watching a few movies, or playing videogames.

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Miguno

he's very much a music buff, and as such, music is a recurring theme in the dates he plans.

At one point in your relationship, Miguno may serenade you with an electric guitar solo.

At another point, he may drag you to see some niche band— to his credit, Miguno knows how to pick them.

His eyesight is poor though, so, he prefers to not stay out too late (even if carnivores can see at night) or wander too deep into the city.

Occasionally though, he’ll mix things up a little and take you somewhere especially nice and scenic.

Botanical gardens and garden shows are a pleasant change in scenery, more often than not.

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Voss

due to his size, Voss would rather not leave the comfort of his home

He’s surprisingly very vulgar, so, it's not as if you could take him to a fine dining restaurant, anyways

If you're larger than him, then Voss tends to sit on your lap— even moreso if the both of you are watching the telly to pass the time

You’ve both begun a new hobby of watching shitty horror movies and cursing out the characters

Granted, it's a loud hobby, but it passes the time.

Other than that, board games, card games and trivia games are the main highlights of the date.

It may not be as grandiose as the dates other animals go on, but it works just fine for yourself and Voss.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Bill × Small!Herbivore!Reader

Along with some members of the Shishigumi, Bill is one of my favourite characters in the series

I haven't seen many things written for him, so, I thought that I’d do an [× reader] featuring the lovable bastard

To be rather honest, I wasn't too sure what to do with this one towards the end; yet, I didn't want to get rid of everything and start anew

Whoops.

— Psychic

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Meeting Bill

as a herbivore, you are unlikely to run into Bill outside of classes.

Even then, a carnivore who is unashamed of their carnivorous nature (and is rumoured to visit the Black Market) is a red flag for herbivores

You more than likely met him after being scouted for the Drama Club

“Ah . . . Is-Is this the Drama Club room?”

You can count five, no, ten people at least.

Your gaze lingers in the sea of uniforms; blue polo shirts and short-sleeved dresses. Your eyes flit about, up towards the ceiling, before it sweeps over the floor and the rest of the room.

With cautious diligence, you allow your orbs to rest upon the carnivore students.

But not for long.

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Interaction

you’re very closed off to Bill and the other carnivores at first.

You feel a bit rude, especially when they don't seem to be that bad . . . but, you know that these feelings are just your predal instincts trying to protect you

And everyone knows you don't fight your instincts, as a vulnerable herbivore.

You participate in the club faithfully, but you only truly open up to the carnivores after seeing your fellow herbivores interact with them

As a small herbivore, you become quick friends with Els, in particular

Through her, you begin interacting with Bill

It's very innocuous at first; the three of you share manga among each other

From there, you grow comfortable enough around the tiger to approach him first— instead of it being the other way around

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“Dating”

you don't know what carnivore beauty standards are like, but you are certain that you don't encompass them at all.

Bill struggles with his feelings.

As proud as he is of his carnivore heritage, his pride gets in the way

You may catch him staring at you every so often

Herbivores dislike continued eye contact as it's seen as aggressive, and you keep your distance for a few days

Although you both are friends at this point, you are a herbivore— it's better to be safe rather than sorry, and end up as the next Tem.

But you can't avoid Bill forever.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, everyone!”

It's your turn to clean up after practice. It never takes long— it's only a matter of putting things back in their places, and a bit of light sweeping.

When it's just yourself in the room, it's relaxing. Every breath seems to solicit an echo which reverbrates around the empty room.

It is a comfortable silence, usually.

There is a familiar, yet distant, reverberation of danger. The shadows from the evening sun grow long, and with them, so does your imagination, your instincts.

Bill ends up cornering you.

You fully expect to become another statistic, and yet . . . you feel very at peace.

If this is the way you die, you’ll meet death with dignity.

You’re very out of it . . . so out of it in fact that you're surprised when Bill shoves a manga into your hands.

Turns out, he just wanted to return it to you.

You can't help but feel as if there was another reason for his appearance.

Through gentle (if not, then cautious) probing, you finally piece it together.

Bill asks you out.

“You . . . you want to go out? With me? . . .” You can't even believe the words that leave your mouth.

You can't begin to describe the anxiety that overwhelms you— it crashes down upon you like a tidal wave.

A million and one scenarios dart through your mind, and, just like your first day at Drama Club, you scan the room searching for an exit.

Though Bill isn't assuming a threatening stance, you cannot help but take notice of his canines . . . long, slender, deadly.

Your instincts must have taken control completely, because you say “yes”.

Surely, if you had rejected him, Bill would have been devoured you (right?)

Your plan was to run back to your dormitory, hide, and pray that another, unfortunate soul caught the Bengal tiger’s attention.

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A Slight Change in Behaviour

every time you tried to break up with Bill, something happened to push it back.

Want to break up with him before the weekend’s out?

He offers to take you to a café in the city. Not desiring to be impolite, you accept the invitation.

If you try to break up with him in the café, the other patrons are too loud for him to hear you.

In spite of these repeated annoyances, you can't help but toy around with the idea of remaining in a relationship with Bill.

As terrifying as he was, he was very considerate and accomodating.

While he never stopped bragging to the others about his sexual “conquests”, he at least avoided those type of lewd conversations when you were within earshot.

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Going Steady

after a few months of this odd “relationship”, you don't object to Bill’s suggestion to “go steady”.

Having the tiger all to yourself . . . you liked the sound of that, oddly enough.

You don't expect this relationship to last too long, but, Bill seems adamant that he'll be with you until the end.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

The Storm

This post changed several times. It went from “Cooking with the Shishigumi” (which inspired this) to the much broader “Domestic Life with the Shishigumi” and then to a series of drabbles, as it is now haha

I tried not to make these longer than necessary to conserve space. As a result, some of the drabbles are longer, and some are shorter :'D

Hope you all enjoy either way!

— Psychic

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Ibuki

Screaming thunder shook your home, the lightning streaking across the sky soon after.

You tried to pay it no mind.

With each peal of thunder, with each illumination of lightning, you pressed your head further against his mane. In return, Ibuki's hand had not strayed from where it rest on your stomach.

His claws, well sharpened, gently traced circles against your skin. It was something felines did to soothe each other.

It was a great deal comforting, even moreso when complemented by the tea he had brought over.

You didn't know what it was, but you were grateful.

You still shook, but it was not as bad as it had been earlier in the day when the storm warning popped up on your phone.

You ought to spend more storms with him.

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Free

You glared skywards, just as miserable as the weather was. You weren't looking forward to trudging through the thunder and lightning, but you hadn't a choice.

Your shoes hit the pavement with soft splashes, the rain beating heavily against your umbrella. In between the water which seeped into your shoes and an umbrella which struggled against the rain, you felt like shit.

You probably looked like shit, too.

The rain hadn't lightened up any by the time you reached the subway station. Your spirits lifted when you spotted your lover standing off to one side, with your favourite jacket thrown over his shoulder.

And he had brought the big umbrella, too, bless him.

Free’s eyes roamed all over you, his face fixed into the neutral expression he adopted when outside of the house.

“You look like shit.”

You snorted, closing your umbrella so you could share the larger one Free carried.

You knew him well enough to understand that he stated the obvious, with no malice behind his words, “Let's just get home— I’m cold as hell,”

In the same breath, you pulled the sweater on with a soft smile. You felt a warmth in your chest when he linked his hand with your own.

The walk back to the car was a comfortable one.

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Agata

The pair of you really ought to sign up for the Olympics.

You both laid on the wooden floor, chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. In spite of your fatigue, you hadn't dropped any of the brown paper bags— rather, your fingers remained curled around their woven handles.

That was dedication, right there.

Agata was the first to sit up, his dark mane messied and dirtied from laying on the unswept floors. He shifted in place, turning his head towards the nearest window— which was illuminated with a sharp flash of lightning.

He couldn't believe it. “We did it . . .”

At the same time, you pulled yourself upwards, a hand rest against your forehead. Your lover was more focused on the view outside— thank God that you shut all the windows before leaving; your house would've been soaked otherwise.

You looked over to the shopping, doing a mental count. Five, six, ten bags. All ten bags were accounted for.

“Crazy right? I fully expected to get soaked!” You heard Agata laugh. He offered his hand.

You accepted it, and the lion pulled you up.

“Ironically enough . . .” You picked up the bags closest to you, walking briskly with them to the kitchen.

Agata followed suit— whatever you left behind, he scooped up. “Ironically enough what, Y/N?”

“We went through all the trouble of getting groceries, but I just don't feel like cooking tonight.” You set the heaviest one down on the counter, rubbing the back of your neck. “What about you?”

Your boyfriend gave a sheepish smile, “I get where you're coming from,”

Two pairs of eyes wandered to the landline, and you both seemed to agree:

“Let's get a pizza.”

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Dolph

You flipped through the various channels, disinterested in each and every one.

Every so often your gaze wandered over to your cleaning supplies, which had been placed far out of your reach. You looked around once . . . twice . . . thrice before you tried to rise to your feet.

As soon as you stood up, you were scolded. “Don't think about it, Y/N.” You whined loudly, and whipped your head around to the voice's source.

As Dolph approached, you forced yourself to assume your original position on the three-seater. “It's just a twisted ankle! I can walk just fine!”

The lion tsked. He set a tray on the coffee table. “Can you really?”

His arms crossed over his chest, and, as you stared upwards, your resolve faltered steadily, and you conceded with a shake of your head.

“That's what I thought.” He extended a digit, pushing the tray just a smidgen closer to you. Once again, your eyes wandered over to your favourite broom— you winced, for you'd been sweeping mere moments before twisting your ankle.

Once again, Dolph followed your eyes and tutted.

You needed a distraction, that much was clear.

He disappeared into one of your side rooms, only to reappear with several boxes tucked beneath his arms.

Curious, you scooted forward, trying to read what the lion had brought out.

“A five hundred piece puzzle?” You weren't too terribly into puzzles, but you were bored enough to give anything a chance.

A cursory glance over at the other containers revealed all manner of board games and card games.

The storm wasn't leaving anytime soon, and, neither were you.

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Dope

Groceries, toiletries, flashlights, batteries . . . You wouldn't be surprised to find that Dope had raided all the supermarkets in the district.

“What's all this for?” You bent over to pick up the bag closest to you. It was filled to the brim with all your favourite comfort foods, and you made a mental note to reimburse your lover for everything.

Dope stooped low, gathering all the bags he'd brought in his arms. “Don’t tell me you don't know!”

He scrambled over to your pantry, and you followed along behind him at a reasonable pace.

”About what?” You ripped open one of the snack packets. “The storm?” In between bites, you reassured, “I have everything I need. So, there's nothing to worry about,”

You thought that his expression withered, and you quickly walked back on your statement. “Uh, but, you can never be too certain, right?”

His actions were wholly unnecessary, but Dope had his heart in the right place.

“Besides,” You mused to yourself, “I was getting a bit lonely.”

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Miguel

Somehow, you managed to convince Miguel to have a cheat day.

To your delight, the day the both of you had agreed on happened to be the very same day that the storm was set to make landfall.

Certainly, it was bad news for anyone who had important plans that day, but for you, it just meant that your boyfriend couldn't chicken out halfway and make a run for the nearest gym.

You had gone out of your way to find the unhealthiest foods you could— but of course, you kept healthy options on hand, too.

He pointed his fork to one of the cakes. “What's this one?”

“A cheesecake— people like to top them with strawberries, but, I thought that I'd make this one extra special?”

Miguel rose a brow. “Extra special? Is that what people call poison nowadays?”

Still, he didn't hesitate to cut off a small portion of the cake.

You eagerly awaited his reaction, your head propped up by both hands. You saw the exact moment he realised what the pastry had been decorated with.

“Silvervine?”

You nodded once, shifting in place to point out the toppings of the other things you'd made. “That's silvervine tea— oh, and over there . . . I baked catnip into that one—”

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Jinma

You brought the steaming cup of tea to your lips, taking slow sips.

The lights flickered briefly, and your eyes flitted upwards out of reflex. Then, the somber silence of the living room was broken by a mechanical humming.

“Fixed the radiator already?” You gestured to the other cup on the coffee table, and scooted over a bit so Jinma could sit.

He settled into the seat with a low grunt, and reached over for your delicate, porcelain cup. He wasn't a big fan of most teas, but you were a good brewer.

“Kind of,” He then added, “You really should just buy a new one.”

You snorted, resting a hand beneath your head. “I'm moving out soon anyways. I'm not fixing the landlord's shit for him.”

You scooted a bit closer to him. “Besides, if I got a new one, I wouldn't be able to invite you over to fix it and treat you to tea after.”

He leaned his head against your own, the coarse hairs of his mane gently pricking your skin. Of course, you didn't mind.

On days like this, you only wanted to have your loved one close.

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Hino

“I was terrified you wouldn't get here before the weather got worse,” You chuckled, opening the door before he could reach up to knock.

“That makes the two of us,” Hino's voice held the same, natural purr as it always did. He slipped his shoes off, putting on the house slippers you kept just for him.

You leaned over, trying to inspect the duffel bag and suitcase he had brought along. “Did you bring everything?”

Your lover nodded, and you took that as permission to open up everything.

Pillows, cushions, blankets . . . you expected that much from Hino— really, you were surprised that he had managed to make it all fit!

Still, that made setting up rather easy. You were going to be stuck together for a few days at the very least, so, why not make the most of it with a movie night?

The weather outside was miserable yes, but that didn't mean that you had to be!

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Sabu

Sabu was known to be many things. “Undedicated” was not one of those things.

You were cautious when you opened the door, for you hadn't been expecting any visitors. You held your baseball bat tightly, ready to whack any motherfucker that should try to take advantage of you in some way.

Yet, when you opened the front door, you saw no enemy, but a drenched lion.

He didn't need to say anything; you would've been too worried about him getting sick from the rain to listen to him, anyways.

In the middle of your fuss-fest, it dawned on Sabu that perhaps he should have waited until after the storm to visit you.

Everytime you huffed about how uncharacteristically irresponsible he had been, he somehow concluded that he had done the right thing.

You were adorable when you were all upset— though, Sabu did take note to avoid making the same mistake.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

A Day Out With Sheila & Peach

There’s no romance here at all, just three friends peacefully vibing :)

Hope you enjoy!

— Psychic

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Sheila

Sheila is very concerned about the way carnivores are treated, but she lacks the confidence to express her ideas in a way that's easily understood.

However, once she gets started, she really gets started.

This applies to other things too, though!

She’s a fun person to talk to about many things, and, while she isn't an absurdly good listener or anything, Sheila tries to remember little tidbits about her friends.

i.e Don't be surprised if she remembers a random thing you told her months ago.

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Peach

If you're a carnivore, Peach will at first be a bit wary of you, as many herbivores are.

She doesn't go out too often (at least, not without some friends to accompany), but she'd be happy to go for a walk if there are others.

Small herbivores such as herself feel safer and more comfortable in groups, after all.

Plus, ever since she befriended Sheila, Peach has been more mindful of her BeastBook habits.

She always makes sure that everyone is alright with the photo being shared online.

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Herbivore! Reader

Sheila is very hesitant to invite you out, for fear of coming across as aggressive.

Thus, Peach is the one to invite you along.

You may feel as if you're imposing, but don't worry, you aren't!

There's a lot to do in the city, and both of your new friends seem content to do everything . . . or at least, they try to do a much as they can before the day ends.

Ironically enough, it's Peach who tries to get you out of your comfort zone, by leading you to a decidedly seedier part of the city.

Sheila’s very much into fashion, and, according to her, the underground scene is as wonderful as it is relatively unknown.

You may not feel 100% comfortable weaving in and out of urine-smelling alleyways, but Peach doesn't seem too bothered.

Who knows?

Looking part, you might have even called the experience "fun".

Maybe you’ll start going to Sheila for fashion advice, too.

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Carnivore! Reader

Perhaps you’ve seen Peach and Sheila around together on campus. Or, maybe you have one or two classes together.

Either way, you find yourself tagging along.

While no one says anything, you can tell that passers-by are following both you and Sheila with their eyes.

The city center is mostly populated by herbivores, and ah ... how should this be said?

Two carnivores walking alongside a small herbivore . . . it just isn’t right.

You three are well aware of the extra eyes on you, but it's Sheila who suggests you all catch the next bus and spend the remainder of the day at the beach, away from scornful gazes.

None of you brought any swimsuits, but it's fine— the gentle sloshing of the waves on the sand, the salty sea breeze and the beautiful marigold sunset make it a worthwhile trip.

You can't go too far into the water, but you all can at least dip your toes in.

If you're the mischievous sort, mayhaps you splashed Sheila and Peach?

Doesn't matter anyways, because, already, the next outing is being planned— this time though, you guys will be sure to bring swimwear :)

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Hybrid! Reader

It would be better if everyone were just openly hostile.

At least then you wouldn't get your hopes up.

It's the little things that hurt— those little aggressions, the backhanded compliments, and the constant questions of “What are you?”.

So, when you befriend Sheila and Peach, it makes your days at Cherryton that much more bearable.

Sheila takes you clothes shopping, and Peach shows you some trendy places she’s seen on BeastBook.

You won't notice it until you're back in your dormitory, but the pair were very mindful about just about everything.

Everything tastes bland to you because of your hybrid heritage? Have no fear— Sheila knows a place that caters to hybrids. It might not help much, but it's the thought that counts.

On the other hand, Peach goes out of her way to find out when all of the trendy places in the city are the least crowded. She wants you to have fun, and experience all the fun locations she sees online— but without all the judgemental stares, of course.

Next time, maybe you can lead Sheila and Peach around the city, instead of the other way around?

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Dating Hino headcanons?? You're amazing!!

I never seem to know how to respond to stuff like that haha, but thank you! I'm glad people like what I write! ;w;

I do apologise that this is shorter than my other “Dating [character]” headcanons, but I hope that you still like it!

Enjoy!

— Psychic

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Hino isn't looking for a long-term relationship . . . he's sort of taking things as they come.

That's okay though; not wanting to dedicate your life to someone isn't a character flaw.

The most attractive beauty is the type that’s forbidden.

Hino attracted others before, but when he enters a relationship with you . . . well, it certainly seems as if he’s become even more popular.

He's loyal, though. Even if he weren't, he has enough respect for others to not cheat.

Just don't be afraid to confide in him, alright?

He may not always understand your problems, but he doesn't need to understand to provide comfort, or even to lend a listening ear.

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Meeting Hino

The city trapped you. It lured you in with exciting propositions, only to bind you with your own aspirations and ambition.

You struggled when you were younger. You struggled when you became an adult. You struggled until you reached the top.

It's deathly lonely at the top.

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You hadn't the energy to be surprised.

Networking was crucial for any business, illegitimate or not. It was not uncommon for a naïve cub to muster the courage to approach you.

Yet, the one who stood before you was no cub.

“Bartender.” The attendant came running.

“I'll have another glass for my friend over here.” You ran a finger over the rim of your wineglass, bobbing your head in the direction of the newcomer.

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Growing Acquainted + Growing Closer

He introduced himself as ‘Hino’ and gently tapped on the name badge clipped to his tie.

“HORNS CONGLOMERATE REP.” was what it read, in distinct, gold lettering.

Regardless of your opinions regarding the corporation, it wouldn't hurt to have something linking you to them.

It helped that Hino was not unattractive in the least.

Fast forward to a week later; you find yourself at a coffee house; a quaint, homely place tucked away in the city.

You should be honest with yourself— meeting potential collaborators . . . that was something reserved for those strangled lower on the corporate ladder.

But, you wanted to meet with Hino again.

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“Valerian tea?” You smelt it before you saw it, and your nose crinkled as you took your seat.

Hino didn't appear to be too bothered by the scent. “I wanted to return the favour from a few nights ago.”

Lazily, he popped one eye open, as if taking in your outfit. “. . . You paid for my drink at the bar.”

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Beginning to Date + Growing Pains

Neither of you knew exactly how it happened. It certainly hadn't been a formal agreement; the pair of you began spending time with each other outside of your respective careers.

Dating seemed to be the next step.

It's hard having to work around Hino’s sleeping patterns (or lack thereof), and your busy life.

You are both at different stages of your working lives, and this makes it difficult to relate to the other person at times.

It's frustrating, even. You may need to take a break from each other; it's almost like a tactical retreat.

You eventually get back together, but, for the first few months after, things feel tense.

Sleep deprivation can make a lion irritable, no matter how laid-back they are. Similarly, workplace stress doesn't disappear like magic.

It doesn't help that Hino becomes increasingly hard to reach.

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Does The Black Market Ever Leave A Person?

By this point, you are on a first-name basis with Hino’s associates. Ibuki, Dolph, Free, Agata, Dope, Jinma, Miguel and Sabu— it took you a while to learn all of their names.

It was just something he had to tend to. They were the only ones who could handle it— both of these are things Hino told you.

You aren't the nosey type. Indeed, you resist prying for four, maybe four and a half weeks.

Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but, satisfaction brought it back.

Yet, when the information specialist runs a background check on everyone, and when you’ve read the report front-to-back twice over, you don't feel satisfied.

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“SHISHIGUMI.”

You traced a circle around that word. You traced the circle in red pen.

It was an important word, and you knew well of its implications. After all, the syndicate’s members . . . them sharing names with those you knew couldn't be coincidental.

But, how the hell do you confront your partner about this?

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Confrontation + Moving On

It catches Hino off guard, but, after a few cups of coffee, he talks freely.

He is patient. Your questions are almost neverending.

While he holds another position at Horns Conglomerate, Hino explains that he is also part of the CEO’s bodyguard squadron.

In short; he handles threats against his boss’ life, with as much force as is seen to be fit.

But, his past is a tougher pill to swallow.

Being a criminal is different to being a bodyguard.

The lion tells you how his boss “saved the Shishigumi”, and how he also saved each and every one of the gang’s remaining members.

You know that you have nothing to worry about . . . If things could have gone wrong, you think, then they would have long, long ago.

Once that matter has been handled, things seem to return to normal— you just wanted answers, and you received them.

Things settle down, and though it may not be the most logical of decisions, you and Hino are looking into apartments together.

The future doesn't look so lonely.

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Hello! May I request something? How about headcanons for our tol boi Legoshi with his S/O who's an American Doberman, who's, you know, from America. Who's also a year younger than Legoshi and is kinda shy and awkward, just like him. Oml I'm so sorry if this is too detailed😭 You don't have to write this is you don't want to!

It’s not to detailed at all! I’m excited :D

Legoshi actually has a lot of fun with you

Any language issues Legoshi is really patient about (if you’re following the idea that you’re from a different country, the fact you’re learning a new language is amazing to him), and you bet he’s going to try and learn how to speak your language as well

Legoshi understands your anxiety, and does his best when you get anxious.

Dating a canine is great, because Legoshi just knows when you’re upset or not feeling well. You can have a bad day and he just shows up. 

Legoshi isn’t great at standing up for people, but he will if anyone tries to mess with you. He doesn’t get physical, but he actually stands his full height and glares. He’s really intimidating when all is said and done

Whenever you go home, he gets really bummed out, and will stay up, or wake up and try and talk to you. Also, he totally sends you support boxes full of your favorite snacks and other items. 

He’s older than you, so he helps you with homework and studying. He’s been through it and he wants to make it easy for you. He also gives you tips and tricks. 

Legoshi comes with a roomful of boys who are now your friends. Jack is especially close to you. Not only are you another dog, but you’re also dating his best friend. 

Legoshi will text you pictures of insects he finds.

Going to all his plays, even if he’s doing lighting. He wants you there, it makes him feel like he’s doing his best work. There’s a night that the play goes really well, and Louis makes Legoshi bring you to every play after that. You’re their new good luck charm (drama kids are superstitious)

Speaking of Louis, he and Legoshi’s relationship is a little odd. I hope you’re comfortable with it. 

Please reel these two idiots in

Legoshi is only confident when you’re around. You give him that boos. If he’s nervous about something, having someone that supports him really helps his anxiety

He overthinks, so he may run things by you before he does something. He may also have his head in the clouds because of this, so it helps to ask him what he’s think so he can talk it out

Holds your hand without noticing

Kisses your cheek between classes

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

may I ask for headcanons on how the Shishigumi would deal with falling for someone from one of the rival gangs in the BAM? thank you!

Hope this is what you meant haha!

— Psychic

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General Headcanons

While it's discouraged, members of other gangs hook up all the time.

The secret is to not be caught.

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Ibuki

He has great pride in being part of the Shishigumi.

That pride extends to his sexual and romantic life- he isn't entirely opposed to dating someone from a rival gang.

However, he wouldn't go out of his way to do so, either.

He reflects on himself fairly often— during one of his reflections, he may decide to see where a relationship with a rival gang member will take him.

While he doesn't doubt that the Inner Circle will be supportive (or at least, ambivalent about everything), he goes out of his way to keep everything under wraps.

Neither of you expect the relationship to last for too long ... but that won't stop either of you from enjoying the ride.

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Dolph

Similar to Ibuki in that he has a great pride in both himself, and the Shishigumi.

However, unlike Ibuki, Dolph is far more flexible with that pride.

He doesn't sleep around much, nor does he have more than one partner at a time.

As criminal as his lifestyle is, Dolph is very much a gentleman . . . a very gruff gentleman, anyways.

His serious personality can prove stifling— in other words, he's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud.

He ultimately doesn't care who knows about his relationship, but he won’t take any chances, either.

The less people that know of his relationship, the better.

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Free

He hooks up with anything that moves, really.

He does have standards of course . . . but they're limbo dancing with the Devil in Hell.

To his credit, he has more or less stopped dating more than one person at once.

It's not good to cheat on your partner, but this is especially important when your partner is part of a gang.

Offend a high ranking member of one of the larger gangs, and you risk sparking a war.

He isn't open about his relationship, but at the same thing, he won't hide anything.

He may seem laid-back, but even Free knows when to separate life in a syndicate from sex and pleasure.

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Agata

He’s the most eager, yet also the most hesitant.

He's young, and it's certainly not uncommon for most animals his age to have gathered sexual experience.

On the other hand, he's the youngest member of the Shishigumi.

He feels as if he has to prove that he's “useful” 24/7, 365 days a years or risk getting kicked out for not pulling his own weight— this is what makes him hesitant to date any of the gang's rivals.

If he does do it, he moves in absolute secrecy. Ironically enough, this only leads to the other lions growing increasingly suspicious.

Imagine his surprise when the other lions don't give a damn about his sex life, or express surprise that he hasn't been sleeping around more!

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Hino

Hino has no shortage of animals at his disposal ... though, his relationships tend to be short-lived flings.

He breaks them off under the pretense of it being “bad for business”.

It's little different for relationships wherein his partner is in a gang; they enjoy each other’s company for a few weeks, and then, Hino breaks it off.

He’ll be open to a relationship, but he won't go looking for one; bonus points if his partner is low maintenance.

Others have taken Hino’s tiredness as disinterest in not only them, but in the relationship itself.

He has trouble sleeping sometimes, so it helps to have a lover who is understanding of that fact.

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Dope

Like Hino, he’s open to a relationship, but he won't advertise it— that's asking for trouble.

He knows what type of animals the BAM’s gangs attract, and as a result, he’s very hesitant with dating around.

He's part of the Shishigumi’s inner circle, so he must keep his guard up as well.

At first, he will be very suspicious of his partner, but as time goes on, he relaxes a bit more.

Not completely, but a reasonable amount.

You can't ever put your guard down in the Black Market; no amount of talking will save you from a bullet through the skull, after all.

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Miguel

He dates around often, but he is nowhere near Free’s level.

Don't be surprised if he flaunts his high status in the Shishigumi. Unlike other animals, he has the strength to back up his boasting.

He has given up trying to hold a stable relationship.

He would rather not have a partner.

He knows that his line of work is dangerous and risky; not just for him, but for a lover as well.

With he and his partner being established criminals . . . well, that gives Miguel a bit more peace of mind.

It means that his other half can protect themselves.

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Jinma

He doesn't date around at all; as a result, his partner was probably the one to instigate the relationship.

Jinma is more or less the Shishigumi’s head informant— he knows all about the BAM, and his knowledge extends to its inhabitants, too.

His partner shouldn't be surprised to see a dossier filled with information about them, and the syndicate they are part of.

Don't doubt the influence he’s built up in the Black Market.

He doesn't ever truly drop his guard . . . it's nothing personal, honestly. Life in the BAM isn't the best, and you need to prioritize your own survival.

Still, Jinma will use his various intelligence networks to ensure his partner's safety.

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Sabu

He's getting on in his years, now.

He doesn't have an interest in chasing after women, men or other animals.

Perhaps then, he meets another, middle-aged animal he can bond with.

Not many animals survive to their 40th birthday in the Black Market— even moreso if they are in a syndicate.

He's a member of the Shishigumi through and through, so, he may not be willing to commit to a full relationship at first.

If he does commit, don't expect Sabu to be at his partner's every beck and call.

He will, however, be there if his lover needs him.

Contrary to what others may believe, Sabu knows how to treat a loved one right.

This doesn't mean that he will hold back should the Shishigumi and his partner's gang fight.

He will, however, take the time to check up on his partner after.

It isn't the best arrangement, but this is what a criminal life in the Market leads to.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Nightmare Repellent

I was bitten by the inspiration bug, and the idea was so cute that I couldn't resist!

Full disclosure: I didn't come up with the headcanon, mind you— I'm just writing based on the ideas I saw here!

Though, I suppose this is some sort of continuation of this . . . ?

This is my first time writing a full drabble . . . fingerscrossed that I did well!

— Psychic

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You stared at it for a long time.

You finally spoke, to no one in particular, still running your fingers all along the stuffed toy, “It's cute.”

Your fingers ran against the stuffed mane, which was coloured an almost atrocious shade of orange. Then, you traced over the eyes, which were ovals of black thread.

As a final examination, you pressed firmly on the nose— the stuffing seemed to sink in, but then it popped right back to its original shape.

“Well made, too.” You concluded.

“Maybe," You mused to yourself. “that's why Free called this a ‘nightmare repellent’. ”

You rolled onto your back and held it high above your head. You were plagued with nightmares so often these days . . . although it was a caricature of a real lion, the stuffed toy was a much needed comfort.

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It reminded you of your lover. Though, knowing the lion, he probably bought the toy based upon its species alone. Still, as cute as it was, and as accustomed as you had grown to its presence, the plush was missing something.

Slowly but surely, the toy integrated itself into your various routines. You buried your face into its fake mane when you slept. During your television marathons, you squeezed it against your chest. It observed you peacefully from a nearby shelf whilst you cooked.

That is how, after how ever many months, the lid of your sewing kit was pried off, and its contents gutted all over the coffee table. Your eyes crawled among the various threads you'd forgotten, and the small pieces of fabric that were left over from past projects.

Your little friend (you really ought to name him) seemed to watch you with curiosity. You met its black threaded gaze, and inspiration met you in return.

You only hoped the final result would meet your expectations.

With gentle, yet deliberate action, you sorted through your available stock. You inspected each spool. With a stern eye, you chose the colours you thought were best suited for your latest project.

Near silence enveloped your home, the only noise being the telly as you couldn't work in complete silence.

It was a peaceful few hours until your door swung open. It slammed against the wall with a loud noise.

And it was because you knew that you pinched the bridge of your nose. It didn't matter how many times you told him to knock— Free just barged in.

You didn't need to see who the intruder was; you knew.

He could never stay over for too long, and once he'd used up all the hot water showered, he would be all over you until it was time for him to leave again.

You expected him to make a beeline for your bathroom, but instead, he leaned over your shoulder.

He was so close; it made the hairs on your neck stand erect. His breaths felt warm; this was normally erotic for the both of you, but today . . . you were working on something, and it felt bothersome.

When you didn't react to his presence, the lion's hands were rest on the table; they stood at either side of you, locking you in place.

You didn't look up from your embroidery, “That’s the plan.” It was coming along rather nicely, actually.

“That suppos’d to be me?”

You’d completed the eye scars not too long ago— less detail was more in this case, so they were simply represented by dark red thread. Now, you were trying to figure out what to add next.

But of course, he’d already walked off. You could spy only the back of him, but you could certainly hear whistling as he made his way over to the bathroom.

A moment of silent contemplation passed before you craned your neck skywards, wanting to meet the gaze of your lover, “Free, what do you think I should do now?”

You murmured a curse beneath your breath; it just wasn't fair that such a large mammal could walk so quietly!

You fumed only briefly for you caught sight of your lover’s shoes. And, just like that, you had caught sight of inspiration.

You didn't bother to take your supplies with you, bit you of course brought the stuffed toy. It was tucked securely under your arm until you stepped into your bedroom. You set it down upon the bed, and walked briskly over to your closet.

“Free won't mind if I borrow his suit,” You knew that you were only projecting on the thing, but your as-of-yet-unnamed stuffie seemed to agree.

You threw open both doors and they spread widely, hanging off the hinges. You scanned the interior, glossing over your clothing.

“This is such an ugly brown,” You tsked, pulling the suit jacket off of its hanger. “How does Free pull this off?”

But then, you spied what you had came for.

You pressed it against your form, and, as expected, it was far too large for you. That was fine, of course. You weren't stealing Free's clothes to wear them — not today, at least.

Your little friend would have a new suit and tie soon.

Like a busy little bee you worked at a steady pace. The fruits of your labour manifested and you could not have been prouder of yourself.

For the rest of the day, all into the night, you gushed and gloated about your handiwork.

“This is probably the best thing I've done in a while!” You were sprawled over Free's lap, your toy held tightly within your grasp.

“Why wouldn't I be?” You snorted, turning your head to the television. You were supposed to be watching a movie, but you'd spent most of its runtime obsessing over your new nightmare repellent.

The lion tsked, though, in that playful way of his. His claws massaged the fur at the back of your neck, and you relaxed. “As long as you're happy, babe.”

“I'm not gonna lie, I was kind of afraid when you brought it home” —You cut yourself off—“but not because I don't trust you or anything.”

As . . . eccentric as Free was, you found him to be a good listener when the situation warranted it. The both of you enjoyed the other's company.

You laughed nervously, “I've heard that lions know when they're going to die, so, I thought that you were giving it as a final gift or something like that.”

You fell asleep to the hum of the television screen.

He would never say it out loud, but he’d been very worried for you. It was both surprising and relieving that such a simple toy made you feel better.

When you fell asleep, Free slouched over, putting his feet up to make himself more comfortable. He couldn't help but stare at his gift to you— your nightmare repellent.

Felines were superstitious creatures— caricatures of your lover, or of your lover's species could ward off malicious spirits that caused bad dreams. Of course, these caricatures were normally made from flesh, bone and blood.

Somehow, Free doubted that you would appreciate something like that.

But, the only other alternative was a toy. He felt silly buying a stuffed caricature of what was pretty much himself, yet, it was for a good cause.

He didn't mind as much as he should have.

He was taken aback when he saw the modifications you had made. Disbelief changed to pride— to think that he was warding off your bad dreams!

You captured his appearance with just some string and piece of his suit jacket.

Yet, you hadn't been able to capture his scent.

Free's eyes met the toy's oval-shaped pair. In the darkness, with only the television screen for light, he groaned.

“I'm gettin’ soft.”

The stuffie was pried out of your grasp and nestled squarely against his chest. If he was doing this right, his scent would be all over it by tomorrow night.

He hoped it would help, he truly did.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Can I get some headcanons with Free dating someone? I am WEAK

I might have rambled a bit on this one haha, feel free to resend the ask if you wanted something else!

— Psychic

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Things to Note

the name should be an indicator, but Free enjoys his freedom— he’ll be resistant to anything that restricts it.

the Shishigumi comes first; even if Free is laidback, he's still part of the gang’s inner circle.

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Meeting Free

surprisingly enough, your relationship with Free did not begin as anything sexual.

It doesn't even begin as a friendship — it's difficult to describe a situation wherein you find a random lion in your house.

You think he was trying to rob you.

You fainted, of course.

When you awoke, you found yourself on the floor with a nasty ache in your back and a note nearby.

The words were scribbled hastily in print; “WILL VISIT AGAIN SOON”.

You filed a police report, but nothing came of it— other an officer’s promise that the station would keep an eye out for “any suspicious characters”.

The police station is blind, you concluded. Reason being, the lion returned exactly a week later.

Now, Free (as you’ve learnt is his name) just waltzes in and makes himself at home.

No matter how often you changed the locks or fortified the windows, Free found a way in.

It was almost like a game for the feline— you gave up on trying to keep him out.

Free had a nasty habit of not taking off his dirty ass shoes before he put his feet up on your white couch.

As your relationship progressed, he became more mindful of his behaviour— though, it took him a while to remember not to put his shoes all over your furniture.

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Gifts

you grew used to the lion visiting you randomly. Sometimes, Free did not visit you empty handed.

Free gave you an expensive phone— albeit one with a cracked screen, a watch that smelled like seawater and a couch with red polka-dots to replace the one he dirtied with the grime at the bottom of his shoe.

It took you ten minutes of cleaning your “brand-new” sofa to realise that the red spots were not part of the original design.

It was definitely best not to ask Free where exactly he sourced his gifts from.

You eventually began to feel a bit poorly about receiving things from him all the time.

The first time you presented Free with a gift, he shut down.

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During his visits, Free liked to make use of your bathroom. He always set his suit, tie and shoes one side while he cleaned himself (and used up all your hot water in the process).

It was inevitable that you would notice the wrinkles, and the scuff marks.

You couldn't have something so unkempt in your house. It wasn't an issue for you to do a quick spot of ironing.

Even the shoes could be made presentable— you just had to wipe them off and apply a bit of black polish.

When Free realised what you had done, he seemed to be speechless. Just when you expected to hear a “Thank you Y/N”, God quickly brought you back to reality.

“You're going to do this sort of thing from now on?” He held the suit jacket up by its sleeves, as if searching for the wrinkles he knew were no longer present.

You shrugged. “If you keep your shoes off my couch, then sure,”

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You thought that your gift would encourage him to visit more often, but for a whole month, Free did not visit you.

You wondered if the police had finally caught the bastard— but, after a month, he returned as if nothing had ever happened.

After that, he no longer showered at your place.

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Free’s Thoughts & Motivations

this ‘relationship’ was the longest one Free had ever been in.

The lion who bathed in the revelry of the Black Market now looked forward not just to bloodshed, but to movie marathons and hearing you bitch about your neighbours.

The fear of this casualty metamorphosing into something serious . . . something permanent, compelled Free to leave you alone for a while to collect his thoughts.

He only visited you because your home was a convenient place to rest before returning to the Mansion.

(The night you met him, he'd broken in to avoid a police patrol in the area.)

The presents were bribes to keep you complacent.

(Though . . . maybe he felt a bit bad about ruining your sofa.)

As much as your gesture touched him, Free wanted nothing in return.

Your gift was proof that you held some kind of affection for him.

Free returned to the Mansion feeling quite warm inside that day, but he didn't dare shower at your place again.

The affection that you held for him, no matter how miniscule, was addictive.

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Dating

The others didn't pay much attention to it when Free casually mentioned that he had a “friend" outside of the Black Market.

The inner circle grew suspicious when he refused to elaborate further.

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“It's time that we address the elephant in the room.” Dolph gave a pointed look at the only empty chair in the room.

Free’s chair.

The others around the table nodded once in solemn agreement. Then, someone raised their hand.

Dolph’s expression seemed to soften the smallest amount. “Yes, Agata?”

“Who’s going to kill him if we find out he’s planning to leave the gang? I would volunteer but my shoulder's still healing from that last gang war—”

Before the scar-faced lion could reply, Ibuki interjected. “This is Free we are discussing— he would not betray the Shishigumi in such a manner. There's no need to discuss things like that,”

He tapped a claw against the table, “In any case, we will get to the bottom of this. Tonight.”

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A Cause For Concern

you thought that you were being paranoid.

You hoped that you weren't really being followed.

There was no mistaking it.

Everywhere you went, everytime you went outside, it was there.

A singular black car.

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“Eh? What are you panicking about?” You heard Free's voice, but you didn't respond. You tossed your car keys, and they landed on the kitchen table.

You sped over to the windows. With one, great motion, you drew them, only stopping when the entire house was draped in darkness.

“There’s this black car . . . It’s been tailing me all weekend,” Though your voice was calm, your hands were shaking as you made your way back to the couch.

Free grew thoughtful, but only for the briefest of moments. He waved dismissively, and lapped one leg over the other, pulling you onto his lap with his free arm.

“Don’t worry about it. Just the Shishigumi being the Shishigumi. They won't break in or anything,”

Silence hung in the air only for half a minute, before Free added, “Probably won't, anyways,”

But, you are more focused on the s-word, rather than on what they may or may not do to your home.

“Shishigumi . . .?” The word was foreign on your tongue, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

You didn't move off of his lap, but you gently pried off the hands that held your waist in place.

If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that Free looked just a bit . . . hurt by your actions. Still, he got the message and his hands remained at either side of himself.

You were grateful for that much.

“I didn't stutter,” The lion tsked. His hand slid over his mane. He was antsy about something, thag much you knew.

When Free next spoke, his voice was low. His chin rest atop your head, and you could easily feel the calming vibration of his throat.

“It doesn't bother you, right?”

A sigh escaped your lips. You pinched your nose. You internally debated strangling him for daring to ask something with such an obvious answer.

Of course you would mind! You felt as if you had always known Free was part of some illegal operation— but, it had never crossed your mind to assume the lion was in an actual gang!

No . . . that was a lie.

The thought had crossed your mind. You willed the thought to go away everytime it reared its ugly head.

“No, I don't mind, Free. I don't mind at all.”

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Going Steady

Free talked things out with his colleagues— that's what he told you, at least.

The ominous black vehicle that stalked your every move disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

Life went back to normal, though, the visitor's list expanded by eight more lions.

Ibuki and Dolph were infrequent visitors— if they stopped by, then you knew it was on important business.

Agata often fetched your groceries, so you saw him often.

Miguel, Dope and Jinma visited infrequently, but were not as rare to see as Ibuki and Dolph.

Hino, like Agata, was a regular. He mostly crashed in your guest room— apparently, it was easier to fall asleep at your place.

Once every few months, Sabu would deliver your groceries instead of Agata. He seemed nice enough, but you found him to be intimidating as hell.

For better or for worse, Free begun spending nights at your house.

It would be wrong to call him a freeloader, though.

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“There's ten grand in here . . .” You murmured to yourself. You turned the envelope over in your hands. Your name was written on the side, in Free's chickenscratch penmanship.

But, there was also a note; “10K. RENT MONEY FOR Y/N.”

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Aoba x Carnivore!Reader

Aoba is possibly the most level-headed character in the series.

Yet, no one ever seems to write things for him, which is a bloody shame!

— Psychic

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Meeting Aoba

Bill was probably the one to encourage Aoba to “get laid”.

I can imagine Bill nudging Aoba in the shoulder, trying to force him to make the first move on an unsuspecting target . . . that target just so happened to be you, of course.

The avian steadfastly refuses at first, but Bill (being himself) is more than able to give his friend a nudge in the right direction.

Literally, naturally.

Either way, you hit it off with Aoba.

With characters like Legoshi, Bill, and Louis in the Drama Club, it's nice having another normal person around.

Aoba has become something like his friend group’s unofficial therapist.

He ends up listening to their problems, and it grows to be very mentally exhausting.

Even if you aren't the listening type, the eagle is more than content with hearing your voice.

It's cliché, but it really does soothe him.

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Dating

After a few months of knowing each other (and after several months of “encouragement" from Bill), Aoba asks you out on a date.

He isn't nearly as vulgar as his friend, and he can actually be quite thoughtful

He doesn't know your tastes all too well, so, he plays it safe on the first date by taking you out to eat

Everyone loves eating, right?

He makes sure to learn as much about your preferencs as he can— he wants to ensure that your future dates together go smoothly.

You may need to remind him to not worry too much

Part of the fun of dating another person is growing to learn more about them bit by bit, after all.

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Going Steady

It's very common for students to break up, so, you may be surprised when Aoba suggests that you both remain together until graduation at least.

He might as well have been proposing to you, really.

He'll be very understanding if you want to break things off — though, he’ll also retreat inwards to recuperate.

If you agree, then expect Aoba to go with you just about everywhere.

He wants to spend time with you — once you both enter the real world, you won't have much free time.

Life at Cherryton is as good as it will get for you, especially if you're an interspecies couple.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

PTA Meetings with the Shishigumi

This is a very oddly specific headcanon post. So, for the sake of this post, let's picture an AU where:

1. The Shishigumi served their time in prison.

2. Ibuki lives.

3. The lions were hired by Horns Conglomerate, courtesy of Louis.

Everything is all sunshine and lollipops (more or less), so let's tag everything relating to this alternate universe as “suburban au” .

— Psychic

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Ibuki

He's very involved in his child’s academic life.

So, it's no surprise that he’s well-known to the school and its staff.

He participates in the PTA meetings whenever he can . . . which is very often, to say the least.

He's also very active in the PTA group chat, and he makes sure to send announcements and notices as needed.

He has an immense loyalty to Horns, but he doesn't let that stop him from being that one parent who’s in charge of the school bake sale.

He certainly lives up to the stereotype of lions being natural leaders.

Competency: 10/10

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Dolph

Everyone is a bit afraid of the lion with the scarred face, but Dolph subverts their expectations.

He’s active in the PTA, but he doesn't give much attention to things that don't affect his child.

He walks with a notepad and pen, and can be observed scribbling down notes— dates, upcoming school events; Dolph makes note of it all.

He also makes a point of befriending his child’s teachers, and he gains a reputation of being scary, but perfectly alright otherwise.

Competency: 10/10

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Free

“Ah, excuse me, sir, you can't smoke here—”

Please don't let him go by himself.

He has little to no clue of what's going on, but he pretends as if he does.

He'll go at least once, and to his credit, he does try to understand at first.

However, after that, he decides it’s better for him to not go.

If his S/O is busy, he'll begrudgingly attend.

He'll walk with a notepad like Dolph does and scribble down literally everything he hears.

And then, he'll do the sensible thing and show it to you.

His handwriting is pretty sloppy, so, good luck deciphering whatever chicken scratch Free inevitably hands you.

Competency: 4/10

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Agata

He would much rather not go, but if it's for his kid, he'll do it.

But ah, it may be better if you go with him.

As a darker-maned lion, the others present will make the (false) assumption that Agata somehow knows what's going on.

You may need to redirect everyone's attention to another matter— Agata will be grateful for it.

He may be competent enough to earn an official place among the P.T.A, but he always declines the offer.

He's fine with participating and donating his time and money if need be, but he draws the line at taking on extra responsibilities.

Seeing as he's a darker lion, Agata thinks that the other parents would surely overload him with duties and expectations.

He doesn't want the stress of it all.

Competency: 7/10

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Hino

He's considered to be very attractive.

If you aren't careful, the P.T.A meeting will turn into a Q&A session, with teachers and other parents alike asking Hino all sorts of unnecessary things.

His looks used to bring jobs when he was a member of the Shishigumi, now, Hino weaponises his looks for the school fundraisers.

Sex sells, after all.

Besides helping out with the fundraisers, Hino keeps his participation in P.T.A related things to a minimum.

He only truly cares when it's relevant to his child.

As a result, he only shows up occasionally (usually when it's a mandatory meeting).

Competency: 6/10

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Miguel

The only way he's going to a P.T.A meeting is if he's dragged.

They always send emails— he feels as if 90% of the meetings could be emails.

He's right, of course, but, that doesn't chnge the fact that he needs to go at least once.

If you ever do drag him to a meeting, he's going to leave after the first ten minutes or so.

He can absolutely hold his own in a meeting— getting him there is the issue.

Thus:

Competency: 5/10

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Dope

This is his element.

You can sit back, relax and put your feet up— Dope has everything under control.

He’s not just good thoughh— Dope is efficient as well.

In fact, he may get a little too involved in the P.T.A, if such a thing is possible.

He'll need to take a break from it all occasionally, or else he’ll become overwhelmed.

Competency: 11/10

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Jinma

Or, maybe it isn't too unexpected . . . parents can be very . . . ah, they can be a handful at times.

Ironically enough, the skills Jimna perfected in the Black Market apply to P.T.A meetings.

Either way, the teachers very much appreciate a reasonable parent.

Some of the more elitist members of the P.T.A may disapprove of Jinma; but of course, no one cares what they think.

They may make matters difficult for him at times, but Jinma spent the majority of his life in the Black Market.

He can handle it.

Competency: 8/10

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Sabu

He scares everyone.

Nothing's wrong with being quiet of course, but Sabu often goes without saying a word.

Considering that P.T.A meetings are typically an hour or so long . . . the others aren't wrong for feeling a bit nervous.

His mane style and the bandana that he wears also raise some concerns that he's a “bad influence”.

Despite that, Sabu is on top of everything. He's the one to remind others of school events.

You need 20 dozen cupakes for the bake sale? Sabu managed to get them for a discounted price somewhere.

He's very much the Ace, despite not speaking much.

Though, it does make some of the more assholey P.T.A members jealous.

They'll let it “slip" how unprofessional Sabu is being by wearing a bandana on the school premises.

They may also “suggest" that he take it off.

He does so.

He doesn't mind removing it, but he wishes that they'd been more polite in requesting that he take it off.

Needless to say, they never ask him to do so again and everyone is a lot more respectful to him after that.

Competency: 10/10