Kai Miya

ACE TRAPPOLA. 

“You’re not getting it—it’s not clocking to you. It’s not clocking to you that I’m standing on business.”

Board game night with the first years was never an organized event, nor was it a friendly event, despite being all about getting your friends in one place to have a good time. You were all in a circle, with Ace being across from you, Epel on your left, and Sebek on your right. It was a wonder you managed to get him to come (with help from Lilia). You were just livid at this point with Ace's claims that you were cheating, when really, you were just that good at the game. He did not need to drag your name in the mud because he was shit, and it reminded you of something great said by Justin Bieber.

Epel laughed out loud, while the rest were silent.

Ace just stared you down for a moment before scoffing. “You don’t even make any sense,” he said, before gesturing to the game, “But there’s no way you should be this far! You didn’t shuffle the action cards properly.”

You frowned and threw the dice at him, hitting him in the chest. “Maybe you should stand on business, and then you’d be as far as I am.”

VIL SCHOENHEIT. 

“Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, Bella.”

Vil had you sitting on the stool before his vanity as he tested out a new highlighter he was sent. He figured it would suit your complexion much better than his, and he wanted to test it out. He mentioned how beautiful it looked on you, and you replied with that strange response. 

He raised a brow, pulling the brush back from your cheek.

“The skin of a killer?” he asked, almost seeming tired of your strangeness. Vil leaned away from you, resting a hand on his hip. He was used to Rook, but you had a specific type of weirdness about you. “And who is Bella?” 

You grinned, eyes brightening, “So, it all begins with this Mormon woman named Stephenie Meyer, back in my world…”

Unfortunately, part of your weirdness came with these long rants about media you spent many years interacting with in your home world. He was always happy to learn about your world, the way things worked, and the different ideas you had because of it, but he could confidently admit that he did not need to know that much about the Confederacy, shimmery vampires, Mormonism, and Nessy, nicknamed after the Lockness Monster.

ROOK HUNT.

“I hate to say it, I hope I don’t sound ridiculous, I don’t know who this man is… I mean, he could be walking down the street— I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t know a thing. Sorry to this man.”

The blonde gasped in surprise. You expressed to Rook that you wanted to learn more about film in this twisted world you were stuck in, but you were admittedly too intimidated by Vil to ask him and appear silly. Rook was more than happy to share films with you, firstly showing you one of his favorite actors, sure that you would at least recognize his face from your time stuck here, Neige LeBlanche, but instead, you admitted to not having the slightest clue about him.

“Oh, mon Trickster…” he swooned, dramatically resting a hand on his heart, before looking at you, “Worry not. As your dear friend, I shall open your eyes to the beauty of Neige and Vil’s work,” he said. He was very eager to ramble to you and make you watch the films with him, sharing his commentary and so on. 

“Sure, we can make a marathon of it,” you said, smiling. Every moment was amusing with Rook.

He grinned, “Of course! We should start as soon as possible, mon ami,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you through the halls of Pomefiore and towards his dorm room.

You may have just sentenced yourself to five hours of watching films with Rook. 

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

“My New Year’s resolution is to keep my foot on these bitches necks.” 

Malleus’s eyes widened, and then his brows furrowed. What had been a deeply philosophical discussion about the human concept of New Year's celebration became awfully strange and almost offensive. He had expressed to you how each year seemed to pass by so quickly. He was often put off by the speed of time. Fae time was different from human time, and that meant that before he knew it, humans would be born, humans would grow, and then they would die. 

After it all, he asked what your resolution for New Year’s was. He assumed it would be about going back to your home world, or something selfless. Not that.

“Whose neck would you like your foot to remain on?”

“These bitches,” you replied, admiring the snowy weather. 

“Ah,” he nodded, watching you, seeming a bit frustrated. Malleus had to think for a moment before deciding to chalk it up to you being from another world. He could not act as if he were well acquainted with humans, generally, much less humans from another world. He smiled and then nodded, “Then may you keep your foot on the necks of these grimalkin.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR. 

“If you had a fucking business that you were passionate about, then you would know what it takes to run a fucking business, but you don’t!”

You were out in the botanical garden, typing away essays for other students on campus. It was an easy way for you to earn a lot of money since it turned out that wealthy students at this prestigious campus would go through great lengths not to do their work, and you needed more money to survive, quite honestly. However, typing away at Ramshackle was becoming too difficult with Grim's demands and the creaking of the floorboards, so you wanted to get a change of scenery to inspire you. 

Too bad, because his majesty Leona Kingscholar was trying to take a nap and the clickity clacking of your keys was pissing him off, so he just had to tell you to shut up. So, you remembered the words of the most out-of-touch businesswoman, Kim Kardashian. 

Leona’s brow twitched. “What does your business have to do with anything? Go write somewhere else. I was here first,” he muttered, not even bothering to sit up, resting his head on his toned bicep. 

You clicked your tongue. “Business comes first.”

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Alright. He'll agree. But only if you follow some of his rules. You must use separate blankets whilst you sleep and must sleep facing opposite sides- mainly because he doesn't want you to see the reddening of his cheeks. Not a word will be spoken between you two- as he doesn't want you to hear the nervous cracking of his voice- and, of course, you must come to his next unbirthday as repayment! Both you and him must abide by these rules, or else its off with your head. And maybe even his if his face doesnt cease its flushing.

However, in the dead of the night, where silence and chill slowly seep in through the cracks, you might catch Riddle shuffling closer to you for warmth. Arms wrapped around your waist as he digs his head into your chest, feeling your arms wrap around his form, your loving warmth envelopes him completely. You'd best hope that he doesn't wake up like this though, for the collar around your neck won't be the only thing red.

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#. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

Leona, of course, was annoyed with the arrangement, muttering something about simply paying for another hotel room- or perhaps even the entire floor. However to his extraordinary luck, none were available. Great. Well whatever, it wasn't like you two hadn't shared a room before.

He would most definitely make you sleep on the floor, and probably wouldn't even give you a blanket. The lion would roll his eyes and tell you to deal with it on your own. But let's say he's grown a softspot for you... and the way that pretty little nighty fell over your shoulders. He'd beckon you over to his laying form, pulling you onto the bed opposite from him. You'd be tucked in, back to his chest, feeling his eyes staring intently into your form. However, whenever you snuck a peek back at him his piercing eyes were shut closed, seeming as if he was sleeping soundly. It’s like sleeping with a predator, much more different from the naps he’d take in the botanical gardens.

As your body finally succumbs to sleep you may feel Leona shift closer to you, pulling you into him. His arms are snug against your waist, head against your shoulder, hair sprawled against you. A sigh left his lips as he pressed small kisses into your neck. His tail would be wrapped loosely around your thigh, legs entangled with yours. It was like he was trying to mold every body part to yours. And when you snuggled back into him, the lion couldn’t help but chuckle, he knew he chose the right one. It was some of the best sleep either of you had ever gotten.

Oh, and he's not letting you go the next morning.

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#. AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

The concept of sharing, plus Azul Ashengrotto, is practically unimaginable. Sharing anything with him, let alone a bedroom, would most definitely end in your sanity cracking. He would come up with a plethora of ideas, all no doubtly ending in you making some sort of deal with him. Such as potentially giving you half the room if you take a couple shifts at the lounge. If you disagree he'll let you sleep on the floor... only to lie awake the whole night because, 'how could he ever let you of all people sleep on the floor.' If you agree, however, he will undoubtedly become a flushed mess, trying to stay calm and dignified as he utters his terms with a completely red face. He was absolutely sure you were going to disagree!!

Either way it'll end up with you sleeping besides him. Either due to his own guilt or a badly written contract.

Azul sleeps like a brick. His arms are by his sides or resting on his chest, legs straight and still. He doesn't move whatsoever, it doesn't look like he's even breathing. His face is unmoving and calm, like he has nothing to worry about. However if you look closely you can see the faint twitch of his eyes, and the slight reddening of his pretty cheeks. Its amazing how a man who tries to present himself as classy gets flustered so easily.

Late into the night he finally begins to loosen up, turning onto his side to face you. His hand intertwines with yours, pressing your foreheads together in a sleepy spell. Your breaths mix with one another, adding a feeling of warmth that contrasts his cold body. His legs entangle with your own, acting as his tentacles that he so desperately wants to hold you with. He can't help but smile within his dreams. Hmm... he might have to make a deal with you to do this again sometime.

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#. KALIM AL- ASIM.

Kalim doesn't complain when Crowley tells the two of you to room together. He even offers his bed to you with no hesitation whatsoever. He could probably buy the entire hotel for you if you had just asked. A bright smile is on his face as he takes your hand in his, dragging you up to his room. Out of all the boys hes the one most used to sleeping with other people. His parents were always so busy, that his younger siblings came to him, their older brother, to get comfort at night. This ritual of always sleeping together suddenly stopped when he came to NRC, and it took him a while to finally be able to sleep alone. That's likely why he always asks to have sleepovers with you.

It would take a while to actually fall asleep with him next to you though, as the two of you would be too busy goofing off instead of actually sleeping. He'd make the two of you watch musicals late into the night, singing loud enough to be heard by the underworld. You would have pillow fights, toppling over one another in a fit of giggles.

When the two of you finally get too tired to continue Kalim climbs into bed facing you, his smile never once leaving his lips. He faces you as he lies there, his hand cupping yours in a comforting manner. He would entangle his legs with your own, sometimes playfully kicking yours when you would accidentally tickle him within your pile of blankets and pillows.

As exhaustion begins to settle in Kalim shifts closer to you. He hugs you in his sleep, both arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. His head rests atop yours, smile never once leaving his face as he cuddles you even closer. The blankets are kicked off as one of his legs wrap around your hips, the other hanging off the bed. Its a mix of holding you like a koala and a monkey. If even possible, his smile grows tenfold, not being able to help the dreams of doing this over and over again with you.

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#. VIL SCHOENHEIT.

Vil is probably the most irritated with Crowleys negligence. Because of the headmasters bare-bones way of thinking he is stuck with you in his room. However, he begrudgingly agrees, quick to tell you that there will be no horsing aorund when you both need as much sleep as you can possibly get. Yet, he's not too upset with the arrangement, he'd rather it be you he's stuck with than some other loudmouthed potato.

He sits you down at the nightstand when arriving in the room, taking out skin-care products to begin prepping your face. If you're going to be staying in his room you must follow his word, including his skin care routine. There's a hint of irritation in his eyes, still a bit peeved by the situation. What if his fans get a hold of this? What kind of scandal would occur? However, as the night goes on you can see the stress leave his gorgeous eyes. As the two of you sip on tea, enjoying quiet laughs and soft smiles, Vil begins to relax.

When finally getting to bed the two of you lay on your backs, Vil having his hands crossed over his chest with his eyes closed like a sleeping princess. He's tucked into his blankets carefully, legs straight and poised. Of course he had perfect posture even in bed- it only made sense. No words would be exchanged between the two of you. Its almost ungodly how beautiful he looks asleep.

Vil doesn't move much in his sleep, but he definitely sleeps elegantly. Even while you cuddle into his side, a hand resting on his chest with a leg thrown over his own- sleeping like the potato you are- he still stays regal. One of his hands holds yours, intertwining your fingers while the other pulls you in by the waist. He moves your head to rest on his chest, moving the hand that was on yours to comb through your messy hair. He sighs to himself, but it's not one of annoyance.

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#. IDIA SHROUD.

Idia is probably the quickest to shut down Crowleys suggestion of the two of you sharing a room. He didn't even want to be in this hotel anyway, being surrounded by other students from Night Raven was absolutely terrifying in itself. And sharing a room with you would be petrifiying. Ortho is way too fast to interfere, though, seeing a golden opportunity to have you and his brother have your very own romance route moment- he wasn't about to let it pass!

Idia is flabbergasted. He planned on letting you keep the room to yourself- close to renting a whole ass hotel for himself. He much rather preferred being ten thousand miles away, watching you from afar then actually interacting with you. Plus his brother's excitement to the whole situation was a bit too overwhelming to handle. However, seeing that guilty look on your face as you asked him to stay made his heart race in ways he had never experienced. Sevens... he felt like he was about to melt into his own hair. What the fuck did he just agree to.

He would be pressed to the corner of the room, trying to distract himself with his tablet. He steals glances at you, tapping away nervously as the tips of his hair begins to flush a pale pink. He's clearly freaking out internally, a million scenarios running through his head like a hamster on a wheel. What if he somehow messed up by tripping over your suitcase and landing on his head, embarrassing himself forever? Or, what if while tripping, all your clothes come tumbling out of your bag and he sees something he shouldn't?! Its shocking just how pink he can get.

When it comes time to sleep he's as still as a brick, eyes wide and trying his hardest to not move. The two of you would be back to back, sometimes brushing up against one another when shuffling around for comfort. Whenever this would happen he would curl up into a ball, pressing his hands to his face as he apologized profusely. And when he would hear your laugh- telling him not to worry about it- he couldn't help but flush more. God this was way too much to handle!!

Idia could not fall asleep the whole night. And it definitely wasn't because you were pressed up against him. Nor was it because you were hugging him like he was a stuffed animal. And it for sure wasn't because he could feel your breath at the back of his neck, sending cold shivers down the hot mess he was becoming. He just hoped Ortho was actually charging and not giggling silly at his ship finally coming true.

Not that he'd mind if it did.

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#. MALLEUS DRACONIA.

Malleus is actually the most accepting of the arrangement. It's Sebek who has a massive problem with the situation, however Malleus is quick to ease his worries. He has always wanted a sleepover with someone, and who better than you, prefect?

As soon as you enter the room Malleus is all over you. He fusses over every little detail, trying to make sure everything is comfortable and in a good enough condition to suit your needs. But in the least subtle way possible. Is the room too hot? Perhaps too cold? How are the pillows? Do you need more? Are they too stiff- or too fluffy? Or maybe you need some more blankets? Perhaps he should get some more just in case.... He knows he is being overbearing but how could he help it? He had to make sure everything was just absolutely perfect for his child of man.

It takes a while, but once you finally get Malleus to settle down he flops down into a comfortable position on the bed. Right on top of you. His head lays on your stomach, horns near your chest. One of his hands supports his head, feeling how your heart beats while the other holds you in place by the hip, gently rubbing circles into it. His claws lightly dig into your skin, feeling your heartbeat increase as he gets closer. Its ever so enticing to just sink his claws into you to see how you'd react. His legs trap yours in place, wrapping around them like a dragons tail would. He can't help but sigh in content, looking up to your flushed face with a sly smirk on his face. Oh how he would love to cuddle you for eternity. Your forced to sleep like this the whole night. And the next... and the next.

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full Name: Sumeragi 'Mizutani' Yuuta

╰┈➤ Sumeragi (皇): Of Japanese origin; meaning 'Emperor'.

╰┈➤ Mizutani (水谷): Japanese origin; 水 (mizu) meaning 'water', and 谷 (tani) meaning 'valley'.

╰┈➤ Yuuta (佑多): Japanese origin; 佑 (yuu) meaning 'to help, asssist, or aid', and 多 (ta) meaning 'many, numerous, or much'.

Japanese version: 皇佑多 (水谷佑多)

Romaji version: Sumeragi Yuuta

Nicknames/Aliases: Ragebaiter Supreme, Little Yuu (Crowley), Golden Boy (by Victoria), Yuu (Adeuce and Nelly), Henchman (Grim), Pretty Boy

Twisted from: How odd… last I checked, this was listed…

VA (日本語): Uchida Yuma (内田雄馬)

╰┈➤ Kaveh, Genshin Impact

VA (EN): Joshua Waters

╰┈➤ Phainon, Honkai Star Rail

Age: 18-19

D.O.B: November 18th

Horoscope: Scorpio

MBTI: ENFJ-A

Gender: Male, He/Him

Sexuality: Asexual

Species: Human. Duh.

Place of birth: Yokohama, Japan

Occupation(s) or specialties: Unofficial prefect of Ramshackle dormitory, errand boy to Dire Crowley

Socioeconomic status: … No comment.

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𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Lavender

Height: 175 cm, 5'9

Mannerisms and gestures: Very expressive. Has tendency to enunciate certain words for dramatic effect. Tends to bristle in place when feeling awkward or tense.

Style: Early 20th century nobleman

(Notable) Accessories: Black leather gloves

Other visual features: Long eyelashes, short ponytail, semi-exaggerated eyeshadow

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Academy of Choice: Night Raven College (disclaimer: he really didn’t pick it by choice)

Dormitory: Ramshackle, is temporarily dubbed the housewarden/prefect until Crowley finds a way to bring him and Nelly home.

School Year: Considered 3rd Year based on age

Class: 3-A

Best Class(es): Debate and Herbology

Worst class(es): Incantations. Because he’s magicless and therefore can’t participate in the class like the others.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖘

It is strange. Yuuta does not recall ever having any sort of firearm at his disposal the night he transported into NRC, and yet, there they were! A new, shiny pair of gold-plated pistols to match the opulence and needless braggarting… if that’s even a word.

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𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

Yuuta's a bit of an enigma to his peers. Hard to understand, and even harder to deal with, what with his attitude that gave the impression that he was as judgmental and humorless as they came—far worse than the likes of Victoria Shard all the way in Pomefiore, even.

But then you get to know him, and the challenge of understanding how his mind operates dials up to a thousand. Much to the detriment of—to put it lightly—every single person who'd been unfortunate enough to be around him on a regular basis.

And he's so smug. Always wearing an egotistic, begrudgingly charming cheshire-cat grin on his face that only widens when he gets his way—which, safe to say, happens far too often than others would have preferred.

Nelly's tried her best to dissuade the negative perceptions people have founded about Yuuta, but not even Yuuta himself tries to correct them. It's almost like he's just as convinced of his facade as they are.

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Likes: Money, fashion, gardening, debate, painting nails

Dislikes: His life before entering Twisted Wonderland, losing 'her', himself, physical education, vomiting

Hobbies: Manipulating Crowley into paying him more with crocodile tears!… and also gunslinging—though, he isn’t very good at it. His comfort hobby is gardening, further enabled when he was given permission to tend to the Botanical Gardens in NRC's campus.

Skill Set: Differentiating money based on whether it is authentic or not, running Crowley's errands, nail art, debate, style analysis, gardening

Relationships

Family: Sumeragi Yumeko (Mother/✝) : Sumeragi Haruto (Biological father/Status unlisted) : Sumeragi Reiko (???) : Mizutani Inari (Adoptive mother) : Mizutani Kozuke (Adoptive father)

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Dire Crowley: "The amount of disdain I feel for that old geezer is almost laughable. I swear, me and Nelly do all this work for him in exchange for a chance to go home, and he barely does anything to contribute to his promise!… Although, between you and me, only Nelly actually wants to try and go home."

╰┈➤ "The boy reminds me so much of his mother, their resemblances are rather uncanny! Hoho, what I would give to convince the lad to stay than leave to unlock his full potential. But despite his tag-alongs with Miss Minerva, I ponder the thought that perhaps Tomiko's golden boy doesn’t want to return home."

Minerva Nelly: "Absolute angel. What I did to deserve her in my life, I have no clue—but I'm no less grateful that she's so nurturing and understanding."

╰┈➤ "Haha, Yuu's an absolute riot! Never a day where I don’t get a kick out of everything that flows out of that mouth of his. He can be harsher than I would prefer him to be, but I know he can’t help himself sometimes… I hope that one day he realizes how valued he is. To me, and to all of our friends that we've made on this journey."

Victoria Shard: "The woman always acts like she's got a stick up her ass, it baffles me how much Crowley favors her enough to be his apprentice. But, there's no denying the ambition that courses through Vic's veins… even if her feud with Tsunotaro feels very stupid."

╰┈➤ "He's… a special case, for Night Raven. I lack the understanding of why our Headmage immerses his time in Yuuta's experience throughout campus. But it appears that he is trying to ensure his errand boy never leaves. I'm sure of it."

Octavia Fortunata (@Jasdiary): "Octavia?… Yeah, no, her name doesn’t ring a bell. Why do you ask?"

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Malleus Draconia (Tsunotaro): "Yeah, so… I did not know who he was when we first met. Which explains why Ace and Deuce look at me like I'm about to get excommunicated—which makes even less sense. But yeah… yeah, Tsunotaro's cool. His bickering with Vic? Not so much."

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Ace Trappola: "He gives me ten times the migraine I think I need, and it multiplies by a thousand when he and Deuce get involved. Nelly's too soft on them for my liking, if you ask me, but they aren't too bad. For the most part."

╰┈➤ "Ahhh, it's so freakin' hard to get a read on that guy! 'Been spending more time with Minnie lately, and even she barely knows anything about Yuu—and they're both living together, for seven's sake! I used to think, huh figuring him out won't be too hard, easy peasy! And it ended up completely the opposite. It's like he doesn’t wanna open up to anyone…"

Deuce Spade: "He's like a toned down troublemaking version of Ace—still a troublemaker, but more manageable. Tries to keep Ace out of trouble, and he ends up joining in purely by accident… its funny when you aren’t directly trying to keep them from doing anything stupid, at least. But Deuce isn’t too bad. I know he's doing his best, and that makes him okay in my book."

╰┈➤ "I'm… not sure what to think of Yuuta, to be honest. I kind of agree with Ace and how it's hard to figure out what's goin' on in that guy's head. I wish we could take shortcuts into getting in Yuuta's good side… 'would make things a whole lot easier."

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Background

Why are you here?… It isn’t any of your business to know what happened in the past.

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TRIVIA ! !

°❀ Claims to have no prior memories of his life before coming to Twisted Wonderland. In truth, he just chooses to not remember any of it.

°❀ Crowley pays Yuuta handsomely in large, copious amounts of thaumarks through every victory earned through a defeated overblot. Yuuta claims it's also because he refuses to do it for free.

°❀ Speaking of Crowley… for some reason? He almost never uses the surname Yuuta provided for him, Mizutani. Instead, he refers to him as Sumeragi, and its gotten to a point where Yuuta's just used to it and doesn’t correct him.

°❀ He doesn't want to go home. Not really. Nelly may want to, and expresses so whenever the question presents itself, but Yuuta's deliberate silence speaks volumes even when he thinks it doesn’t.

°❀ Yuuta has this period of time in his day-to-day life called his 'gardening hours'; in which he tends to the plant life in the Botanical Gardens for the remainder of his afternoon after classes have concluded. No one is allowed to interrupt him—an unspoken rule made up by Ace and Deuce after being on the receiving end of Yuuta's moods.

°❀ Yuuta's the only one Nelly trusts with doing her hair ever since they ended up in Twisted Wonderland together. She doesn’t know how, especially since Yuuta never brings it up in conversation to explain, but he's really good at styling curly hair, despite his hair being on the wavier, straight-adjacent side.

°❀ Referred to as the 'ragebaiter supreme' for a reason. All his victories against overblot incidents were brought upon by merely pissing off his opponent.

°❀ On more than one occasion, classmates have mistook Yuuta and Nelly to be a couple.

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Character Tags

I was so excited to draw him in ouji fashion because before I settled on his current design he was a little ouji boi and I wanted to see him in that fashion again but i focused too much on the outfit instead of him (why does his face look like that 💀) this was fun either way ❤️. Ah ... The consequences of adding unnecessary details ... I finally understand it ... My fingers ....

Idk wtf kinda doll he is ... But the inspo was these typa dolls (why I made his lips and cheeks abit more rosy and vibrant 😍🫶🏼):