#whereas ichi I just don’t think about as much as the rest of them

[asheoninactive]

Choromatsu is probably my least favorite of the brothers but like that’s saying a lot because I still really like him .

[fluffypeachwriting]

idk if you're still accepting mystery prompts but I have one in mind. (sorry for sending if you stopped accepting and feel free delete this)

Poof! Something happened and all of a sudden Saburo is the same age as Jiro for the three days (or week if you like). How will Saburo react? How do you think his /usual/ arguing with Jiro would go?

-same anon who req. the Hitoya + music sheets. (Ty Tysm for it. Don't forget to take breaks and stay safe! (｡’▽’｡)♡)

Yes, I am still taking mystery prompts, and I’m glad you enjoyed that Hitoya request!  (´ ∀ ` *)

This was a lot of fun to write, since it’s interesting to think about how Saburo will grow up. I personally think he’ll get a burst of character development at some point, and his whole holier-than-thou persona will crumble or get tested. I also think that he’ll turn out to be a delinquent just like the other two, maybe not to the same extent though. I think he’ll prefer to do things the way he sees fit, and be less inclined to follow someone else’s rules. 

Saburo is very fun to write for, and so I hope you like what I did with this idea!

Saburo woke up, like any other free day, in the afternoon. He yawned at stretched his limbs out, noticing that he had a few more clicks and creaks in his joints than usual. A few twists and turns later took out most of them.

He gave out one last stretch – and winced in pain as he whacked his ankle against the end of the bed. Wincing in pain would be the normal thing to do, but Saburo shrugged it off without thinking, as if this happened every day. Expecting to have slid down the bed in his sleep or something, he craned his head up to look at the headstand, but it was right there.

Like a baby deer struggling to stand for the first time, Saburo wobbled and stood up on lanky legs and stretched his arms up, touching the ceiling. For the first time, he could press his palms flat on the ceiling, whereas usually only his fingers could reach that high. Saburo smiled, pleased that he was actually growing. Perhaps he would grow to be as tall as Ichiro, he thought. It took smaller steps to get over to his door too. He then missed the light switch a few times, though he had been able to do that in the dark easily for years. After slapping the wall a few times, Saburo eventually turned on the light. He didn’t want to think that his body had traded memory for height.

One his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that his body wasn’t the only different thing there. His room was largely the same. But largely wasn’t exactly. It wasn’t as if he kept track of all the loose trash in his room, but he didn’t remember having two bento boxes, three ramune sodas, and countless snacks the night before. He knew that his stomach would give him the repercussions.

There was the possibility that this litter had accumulated over a few days, which was the most logical conclusion. However, there was the issue of: what was so important the Saburo had neglected to take care of his bedroom? Being messy was Jiro’s usual crime, and if Saburo was used to doing anything, it was competing with him. Had he given up on being neat and tidy?

Saburo was still too tired to think about it. First, he needed to check himself, on the possibility that he was ill, then get ready to clean up this mess. With tired steps, Saburo made his way to a full-length mirror.

Or, it was supposed to be full length, but for some reason the top of his head was cut off. Assuming that it was just wonky, Saburo got closer and tried to fix it.

However, now that he’d woken up some more and was close enough to see his face, he forgot about the mirror and almost leaped back in shock. It was like there was a different person looking back at him. Saburo was no stranger to all-nighters and sleeping at ridiculous hours, but on this particular afternoon there were dark circles under his eyes which he’d never noticed before.

No, it couldn’t be anyone else. His eyes were the same and he had the same three moles. But his face was slightly longer, and his cheeks slightly less round – the thought of his brothers no longer pinching them crossed his mind, and despite him putting on a displeased face to them, the thought scared him. He didn’t want that to change. He wanted to be the same Saburo that had his hair ruffled when he’d done a good job. But this person had shoulder length hair, with his bangs almost going past his nose.

Contemplatively, he put one hand on his cheek. There was something wrong there too. Until now he was too occupied with his hair to realise that there were patches of stubble on his face. No, that couldn’t be right. There was no hair on his face yesterday, so how could it be this much now? Saburo squinted at his reflection, wondering if he needed to get his vision checked out.

A knock on the door startled him out of this confused haze. Saburo heard from the other side:

“Oi, get up before Aniki gets back unless you wanna get dragged out of bed. It’s almost 3 y’know.”

He was pretty sure that that was Jiro.

Saburo cleared his throat and replied: “Yeah, I’m up.”

Those three words sounded a lot different than he was expecting. Different, in the way that it was significantly deeper than the voice he was used to. He clutched his throat – was he ill?

“You are? Sweet. I’m off to work now so don’t go back to sleep. I won’t be here to wake you.”

He didn’t want to get up and ready for the day. He didn’t want to deal with whatever strange new things were in store for him. There was a lot of things he didn’t want to do, and one of them, surprisingly, was to argue with Jiro. On any other day he’d argue that he wasn’t really asleep for that long, and that Jiro was exaggerating to make him look bad.

“Just five more minutes.” He mumbled, crawling back under the sheets, pulling them over his head.

“Suit yourself, man.” Jiro replied, as Saburo heard him walk away. There was no arguing, no bursting down his door, there was nothing of the sort. Jiro sounded almost… responsible.

The weirdest part was that Saburo still didn’t feel the urge to throw any biting words at him. Was this a new normal? It was calming, in a way. Everything was more stable, and their daily routine had calmed down somewhat.

Wait… Since when did Jiro go to work? Was he talking about a job for Yorozuya Yamada? He must have been, Saburo thought.

His head rested back on the pillow. He knew that he wouldn’t actually be dragged out of bed, the few times where it did happen, Ichiro picked them up out of bed and carried them to the kitchen as the only way to ensure that he would eat breakfast. Thoughts of warm food drowned out everything else, and before he knew it, he fell back asleep.

He woke up and checked his phone. It was midday… but he was sure that Jiro said it was getting close to 3pm. His first instinct was to run his hands through his hair, and he felt an immense weight off his shoulders now that it was back to its short length. His face was as smooth as usual too. He sighed, not even caring if it was a school day or not; he could lie in bed all day bathing in the relief that he as back to his normal self. Saburo didn’t know if it had been a glimpse into the future or a nonsense dream. He hoped it was the latter.

A creak came from his door. Saburo craned his neck up to meet Ichiro’s face.

“Hey, we warned you. Am I gonna have to come in there and drag you out? If you get up within the hour we can go to that new Italian food place you wanted to check out. Okay?” Ichiro acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary – whatever happened must have only happened to Saburo.

“Okay, Ichi-nii.” Saburo rubbed his eyes and threw the covers off. His pyjamas fit normally again.

Though, he was looking forward to growing out of them.

[fattlestacks]

I mean Jyushimatsu's crossed eyes might be construed as a stereotype of mentally handicapped people. I've seen it happen before

Hmm...

Well, I thought about how to respond to this for a while and consulted a few friends... and came to the conclusion that I can only really say what my personal interpretation of his character is.

I’ll put this under a cut since I’ve got images to share and I don’t wanna bog down everyone’s dash...

Jysuhimatsu likes to be silly because he enjoys making his brothers laugh. I never got the impression that he was meant to be mentally handicapped, but I also have never done any sort of research on him or anything like that so I really don’t know.

AFAIK, his crossed eyes are just something he does on purpose for fun, he doesn’t always look like that (on the left him “crossing” his eyes, on the right how his eyes look normally).

He does that amongst other things like squirting water out of his orifices and being a wiggle worm because he enjoys entertaining people. (Yes, he’s also the only one who ever had a girlfriend, haha... unless you want to count Kara’s monster wife)

But he also has quiet moments where’s he being more subtle.

He’s pretty smart and much more observant about how his brothers are feeling than the rest of them are with each other. It’s part of the reason why I think Ichimatsu likes him the best. When Ichi is feeling sad or sick and tells Jyushi to leave him alone Jyushi just says “I will!”

He’s also very good at impersonating his brothers (whereas the rest of them aren’t that great at it despite being identical.

He’s quite talented in that way and also great at sports.

He also has the ability to bend reality (which scares his brothers, especially Ichimatsu which is ironic because Ichi can turn into a cat so you’d think that would be something he’d be used to). Jyushimatsu is essentially a God in the Osomatsu San universe. 

Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on this much about the Juice Box... he’s not even one of my favorites, haha. I suppose it’s up to the viewer to decide if they interpret Jysuhimatsu as being mentally handicapped (though it is a broad term so I guess I’d need more specifics about what that entails) and if the things he does are insulting or not. I don’t think so, but I can’t speak for everyone.