LILY

• He loves carrying you in his arms, and he also loves having you sit on his lap. You'll be eating together, and suddenly he'll hum and reach his arms out, that's the sign. You're supposed to come sit with him. As for carrying you around, he'll do it anytime, no matter what.

• One day during your period, you said your stomach hurt and jokingly told him that you were pregnant. Some time later, Crowling's stomach started hurting too. He walked up to you, looked completely serious, and loudly announced, "I'm pregnant by you."

• MC has a lot of plushies and toys she sleeps with. The crawler isn't a fan of that, so while you're asleep, he quietly moves them away and takes their place instead.

• He tries really hard to know everything about you. You said you like a certain movie? He'll watch it, even if it's not his thing, and remember every detail. You don't like a certain girl? He won't even look at her. If you like an item or a decoration, he'll try to make the same thing with his own hands.

• Mr. Crawling learns love songs and not only love songs. Basically, he tries to learn any songs you enjoy. Then he sings them for you, even if it doesn't always sound very good.

• One time, you let him scroll through TikTok. Before that, he'd heard that you found dark humor a little funny. He also didn't realize that other people used TikTok and thought every video was something nobody had ever seen before. So he memorized a bunch of dark jokes and started telling them to you.

• He somehow learned how to make weird profile pictures without your help. First, he'd pick a background, something like a tiny pink table with either a dessert or a burger on it. Then he'd cut out a photo of himself and poorly Photoshop himself into the picture. The whole thing had a dreamcore vibe.

• Before meeting you, he'd never tried watermelon. Naturally, you decided to fix that. However, he didn't know watermelons had seeds. While he was eating, you joked, "If you swallow the seeds, a watermelon will grow inside your stomach!" He got scared and spent a long time worrying that he was going to become the mother of watermelons.

• Crow doesn't really know how to use a phone, so at random moments he'll text you things like, "you. Wha t. wh ere goi ng." Or he'll accidentally send a random picture from his gallery.

• Crowling has a habit of chewing on his hair, so you decided you needed to braid it for him. You also taught him how to make a scarf out of his hair and fake mustaches. Now it's his favorite joke.

You had been gathering the courage for so long that you were honestly tired of your own fear. Hashida had definitely noticed that you'd been acting stranger than usual, but, as always, he chalked it up to exhaustion, an art block, or yet another deadline-induced crisis.

That evening, the two of you were sitting on the stairs outside the university building. The campus had grown quiet, with only a few people still around.

— "Hashida..."

— "Hm?" He didn't even look up, still sketching something in his notebook.

— "I need to tell you something."

— "Ooh, sounds serious." He grinned.

And then you blurted everything out at once. That you loved him, that you had for a long time, that you loved his laugh, his weird habits, his endless rambling about art, and the way he looked at paintings as if he could see entire worlds inside them.

When you finished, silence followed, far too much silence.

— "Well... you don't have to answer if you don't want to..."

— "Who said I wasn't going to answer?" He finally looked up.

For the first time, the usual playful smile wasn't on his face, only surprise and something incredibly warm.

— "You know, I was starting to think you'd never say it."

— "W-What?"

— "I love you too."

Just like that... no dramatic speech, no grand confession as if he were simply stating an obvious fact.

Your brain immediately stopped functioning. Speech? Gone. Thoughts? Gone. Ability to breathe normally? Also gone.

Hashida suddenly laughed.

— "Look at you."

— "Shut up."

— "Can't. You're way too cute right now."

He moved a little closer, carefully, as if he was afraid the moment might disappear.

— "Can I?"

Only after you nodded did he pull you into a hug, a real one, tight, warm and comfortable. You would later discover that Hashida was actually an incredibly affectionate person. He was always looking for excuses to touch you like holding your hand, fixing your hair, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close whenever he could, and later, you'd learn something else: He had been in love with you for a long time too. He just couldn't believe someone like you would ever return his feelings, so after your confession, he spent weeks looking suspiciously happy. Way too happy... And his friends noticed it almost immediately.

(theirs conversation probably sounded like that:)

— "Why are you glowing?" — "None of your business." — "Hashida, did you fall in love?" — "None of your business." — "So that's a yes." — "I hate all of you."

But the smile on his face gave him away every single time and whenever the two of you were alone, he'd pull you into his arms again and quietly mumble:

— "Thanks for confessing first."

— "Why?"

— "Because I would've chickened out for another five years." You laughed.

— "Five years?"

— "Okay, maybe ten."

Relationships? Let's see...

Rei falls in love slowly, but once he gets attached, he gets attached deeply. He has little experience with healthy love, so at first he might confuse care, attachment, and romantic feelings. He would probably take a long time to realize he's in love. To him, it would feel more like constantly thinking about someone, wanting to be around them, and worrying about their safety.

He's very jealous, but rarely shows it. Instead of starting arguments, he becomes quieter and more observant because this dude gonna start to try to find the problem in himself.

He struggles to ask for attention directly. If he misses someone or wants affection, he'd rather sit beside them and wait for them to make the first move. Once he fully trusts his partner, he becomes surprisingly affectionate. Not clingy, but always looking for small forms of physical contact like holding hands, hugging from behind, resting his head on their shoulder. It's important for him to know that he's loved because of his upbringing, he grew up seeing himself as a tool rather than a person, so genuine acceptance affects him more than any compliment ever could.

Rei feels far more emotions than he lets people see. He was raised to suppress his feelings, so he often struggles to identify and explain what he's experiencing. When he's angry, he becomes frighteningly calm but when he's sad, he tends to withdraw and barely speaks.

He rarely cries in front of other people. If he ever breaks down and cries in someone's presence, it means he trusts them almost completely.

How he shows care? Protection is Rei's primary love language, even in completely safe situations, he's constantly aware of his surroundings and potential threats.

He always walks on the side closest to the road.

Jealousy? Heck yeah

He doesn't make scenes but instead, he starts comparing himself to the other person and looking for his own shortcomings. He might genuinely believe that the person he loves deserves someone better.vOne of his biggest fears is becoming unnecessary, because of that, his jealousy tends to manifest as anxiety and insecurity rather than possessiveness.

Let's get back to his parenting life

Before meeting Miri, Rei was convinced he could never be a good parent. Taking care of her gradually helps him realize that he's capable of giving others the warmth he never received himself. He's the type of father who doesn't talk much but always shows up when he's needed.

He secretly takes photos of important moments and keeps them for years.

• Violet wakes up very early, even when she has nowhere to be. Her military habits never truly disappeared.

• She takes meticulous care of her prosthetic arms, regularly cleaning and maintaining them.

• Despite loving order and cleanliness, she can become so absorbed in reading letters or books that she doesn't notice the mess around her.

• She enjoys quiet places like libraries, gardens, and empty train stations early in the morning.

• She doesn't always understand jokes or sarcasm right away, but she sincerely tries to if someone explains them.

• She keeps almost every meaningful letter and memento in perfect condition.

• When she's nervous, she tends to adjust her gloves or check the fastenings on her clothes.

• She loves learning new things and can spend hours studying a topic she knows little about.

• She listens very attentively and rarely interrupts others.

• She dislikes raising her voice and tries to remain calm even during arguments.

• She can spend a long time watching sunsets or stargazing, lost in thought.

• Sometimes she rereads old client letters and remembers the people she helped.

• She enjoys freshly brewed tea, especially on rainy days.

• She rarely uses unnecessary words, but what she says is usually sincere.

• She has little tolerance for injustice toward children and will always try to help them.

• He loves bright neon signs and can spend a long time simply staring at them.

• He often hums strange little tunes to himself, even during serious conversations.

• He barely notices fatigue when he's interested in something.

• He has a poor understanding of personal space and constantly stands too close to people.

• He might suddenly disappear in the middle of a conversation because something else caught his attention.

• He enjoys sitting in high places like rooftops, railings, fences, and even cabinets.

• He never wears a watch, time means very little to him.

• He dislikes silence and usually finds some way to create noise around himself.

• He becomes attached to things that evoke pleasant associations for him.

• He is terrible at cooking and finds it incredibly boring.

• He's extremely curious and constantly touches things that don't belong to him.

• He enjoys watching people and trying to predict what they'll do next.

• He can remember the smallest detail about someone and unexpectedly bring it up months later.

• He can't stand boredom and starts looking for entertainment within minutes.

• He smiles for no apparent reason.

• He rarely sits still, constantly tapping his foot, fidgeting with objects, or pacing around.

• If someone entrusts him with an item, he'll take surprisingly good care of it, even if he doesn't understand its value.

• He loves rainy weather because neon lights look even prettier reflected in puddles at night.

• He gets easily distracted by beautiful colors and unusual patterns.

• He can suddenly ask extremely personal questions as if they're completely normal.

If He Were in a Relationship? Well, let's see...

• He would remember everything related to the person he loves: their favorite drink, music, habits, and even random comments they made.

• He would constantly look for reasons to stay close to them, even when there isn't one.

• He would be very jealous, although he might not fully understand why he feels that way.

• He would enjoy simply watching his partner while they're busy with something.

• Any praise or attention from them would genuinely make his day.

• He would often bring odd gifts that he personally finds beautiful or interesting. (For example, he will rip out someone's heart and present it as a gesture of love.)

• He would struggle to understand hints and prefer direct communication.

• He would value comfortable silence just as much as conversation. (Yes, he doesn't like silence, but not with his beloved, because with his beloved it is a comfortable silence)

• He might suddenly appear beside them simply because he missed them.(On some level, he also likes that slight, brief expression of horror on their faces.)

Jeff is very thin, with pale, dry skin. He is nearly blind in one eye, and his long hair is always dirty and tangled. His clothes are never clean either. Most likely, you'll notice the disgusting smell of rot and metal before you even notice Jeff himself. His repulsive appearance, lacking eyelids and a nose, along with the carved smile on his face is enough to frighten anyone.

As for his brother and everything he did in the past, Jeff couldn't care less. In fact, he finds it amusing. He never misses a chance to mock Lewis and remind him what a "masterpiece" he created on Jeff's face. Jeff often taunts and provokes his brother, frustrated that Lewis rarely reacts to his attempts to get under his skin. A few times, however, he has gotten punched in the face for it. Even then, he found it funny, entertained by the fact that his younger brother still couldn't bring himself to finally kill him and get his revenge.

He often forgets that his dog even exists, despite the animal's unwavering loyalty. But on the occasions when he does remember, he shows affection mixed with a fair amount of teasing.

Jeffrey is the biggest nuisance in the entire mansion. Nearly all of the residents dislike him because of his personality. He loves breaking the boredom with another fight, so there's almost never a peaceful day in the mansion. Whenever Jeff leaves for a mission, everyone breathes a sigh of relief, they finally get a few hours away from the psychopath. His evenings are always the same: he either gets drunk like a pig and goes to sleep or causes another mess. Usually, however, Masky and Hoodie quickly step in and restrain him.

He also has a peculiar relationship with the two Janes. He absolutely loves the fact that both women still hate him for his "little pranks," one of which ruined one of their lives. Seeing the result of his work embodied in the Eternal is a special kind of pleasure for him, which is why he "likes" her more than the Killer.

When it comes to victims, Jeff rarely rushes. He enjoys watching them suffer and approaches the process in an extremely twisted way. Jeff is notoriously perverted, making his victims even more unfortunate. During a kill, he completely loses himself, his mind becomes clouded, and he loses all self-control. This is exactly why Lewis is often assigned to accompany him on missions ordered by Slenderman. In that state, Jeff can easily attract unwanted attention, so someone has to keep an eye on him.

Jeff is highly unstable and incredibly stubborn. He often talks to himself, and the smallest inconvenience can send him into a rage. He is also extremely narcissistic. He sees himself as perfection and firmly believes that no creature in existence is more beautiful than he is. He's often found staring at himself in a mirror, admiring his own reflection. Even in ordinary conversations, he never misses an opportunity to remind others what an "ideal" he is and refuses to accept any criticism. Any insult or suggestion that he isn't perfect immediately enrages him, which is why the other mansion residents usually just ignore him whenever he starts talking about himself.

If Jeff were to fight the other residents of the mansion to the death, he would lose to most of them despite his agility and hyperactive nature.

Jeff has an extremely tense relationship with B. Jack. They can't stand each other, and clashes between them are common, usually because Jeff starts them. The fact that Jack is larger and stronger doesn't bother him in the slightest, so he eagerly throws himself into conflict. Because of them, things in the mansion are frequently broken.

Gangle

(Let's imagine Gangle never gave up graphic design.)

Gangle always woke up whenever she felt like it. In the mornings, she drank sweet tea and had a sandwich before getting ready for university.

After classes, Gangle would often stop by small cafés for a cup of tea or a slice of cake while sketching something in her sketchbook. This was always her favorite part of the day, it was when she could finally relax and forget about the stress of studying for at least an hour.

In the evenings, Gangle played various games on her phone and occasionally posted something on her channel. She usually went to bed quite late, so she rarely got enough sleep.

Pomni

Pomni often discovered that she had slept through her alarm, forcing her to rush to work while desperately trying to eat at least something on the way.

At work, she was constantly on the verge of falling asleep. Day after day, Pomni mostly sorted paperwork and occasionally stood at the register. The routine exhausted her, so she often searched for excitement by exploring abandoned buildings. She would come home with dozens of photos.

In the evenings, she drank what felt like a hundred cups of tea while watching TV shows and thinking about how boring the next day would probably be.

Ragatha

Ragatha always woke up early, without the usual "five more minutes." She believed that the earlier you got up, the more time you had to get things done. Later, she would make breakfast for her family and head off to the farm to take care of the animals.

Sometimes her mother would ask for help sorting out real estate paperwork, and Ragatha was always happy to help.

Later in the evening, she would wander through the fields, collecting wildflowers.

Before bed, Ragatha read books and occasionally spent some time on social media, though never for long. She always went to sleep strictly according to her schedule.

Kinger

Kinger woke up fairly easily, knowing there was no point in lying in bed any longer. His wife greeted him in the kitchen with a delicious breakfast. After downing a cup of coffee, he would head off to work.

His workdays were quite busy, and sometimes he didn't even have time for a break, which left him exhausted.

When he returned home tired from work, his wife would welcome him back. They would have a nice dinner together and later watch a movie.

Jax

Jax woke up ridiculously late, and even that was a struggle for him. His only way to wake himself up was another energy drink in the morning.

He took his time getting ready for theater school. He was constantly late, but honestly couldn't care less. While gathering everything he needed, he would scroll through TikTok, making himself even later.

After classes, he usually met up with friends and wandered around different parts of the city.

He always came home late, stopping by a store to buy a ready-made dinner because cooking definitely wasn't his strong suit. He still went to bed late, just like always.

Zooble

(Let's imagine she works as a tattoo artist.)

Between appointments, Zooble would use her breaks to run to a convenience store for a soda or step outside for a lonely smoke.

She had a really hard time waking up early, but she had no choice, every day was packed with clients and appointments. Most of her day was spent sitting in her tattoo studio. She got ready as quickly as possible, yet somehow still managed to be late, earning plenty of complaints from the salon administrator.

The longer you live with him, the stronger and more intense his obsession and dependence on you become. During everyday life, he starts finding signs of rejection in your words and behavior, causing him frequent stress. Peter never talks to you about it because he believes it's his own fault. Instead, he begins making deeper cuts on himself so deep that, before long, you start noticing them even in obvious places. Because of this, you eventually take him to a psychiatrist.

As a review blogger, he regularly receives products from various brands to feature in his videos. After your arrival (even if it may not have been entirely voluntary), he often invites you to appear in his reviews, where the two of you test different products together. For him, it's another excuse to combine work with something enjoyable while also spending time with you.

At night, while you're asleep in your room, he may quietly enter. Most of the time, he simply approaches your bed and watches you sleep, occasionally running his thumb across your palm. To him, there's nothing strange about this, even if it might seem unsettling to you at first.

• Loid always double-checks that the front door is locked, even if he locked it himself. Even with an excellent memory and responsibility, it is always better to be on the safe side.

• He drinks coffee before having a proper conversation with anyone in the morning. It's not because he can’t do anything without it, it's because it’s a stupid weakness, it’s just his ritual as a person, and not as a spy

• If someone in the house gets sick, he's at their side with medicine and a thermometer within minutes. This is a manifestation of care and practicality all rolled into one. (Rapid Response Mom)

• Sometimes he buys snacks that aren't on the shopping list just because he remembers Yor or Anya likes them.

• He often catches himself smiling at Anya's antics, even though he tries to stay serious. This behavior is impractical and irrational, but Loid will not realize this until the very end.

• He always carries a small first-aid kit with him.

• He never leaves the house without making sure everyone has eaten.

• When Anya shows him a drawing, he carefully looks at every detail. He will convince himself that this attention to “stupid little things” is just a precaution for an emergency, but he is already more of a father than a spy.

• He enjoys rare, peaceful evenings when nobody has anywhere to be, but at the same time they make him very nervous because of his overthinking.

• He has PTSD

• He'll absentmindedly fix a loved one's collar or smooth down their hair.

• If something breaks around the house, he'll try to repair it himself first.

• He often brings home books or magazines he thinks Anya might enjoy.

• Even when relaxing, he tends to sit with perfect posture.

• Sometimes he falls asleep in an armchair with paperwork still in his hands. (Previously, he couldn’t allow himself to relax so much, especially when surrounded by people, but he himself didn’t notice how domesticated he became with Yor and Anya.)

• He likes a quiet home, but if it's too quiet for too long, he starts getting suspicious and nervous. (Post-traumatic stress disorder after Anya)

• He tends to ignore his own exhaustion until someone points it out.

• He frequently says, "Just in case," before doing something overly prepared or cautious.

• He keeps spare pens everywhere,like fr, his desk, his coat pocket, his briefcase.

Oh god, if you ended up dating this guy... good luck to your nervous system. The guy barely had any relationship experience. Hell, not even online flings, really. (Unless you count people purring at him for loot drops during matches.) So he’s completely lost. This guy is literally the embodiment of anxiety and insecurity. To him, love is very different from friendship, which means it’s ten times harder. Despite having hundreds of otome games behind him, Shroud has absolutely no idea how real relationships work. He only picked out the routes he found interesting and hot, and trust me, there wasn’t even a hint of healthy relationships in those. Bro built his entire romantic worldview on the wrong characters.

Jealousy is completely normal for him because of his insecurities. His biggest fear is you leaving him for someone else. It’s already hard enough for him to open up and trust someone, and distance from the person he got so deeply attached to feels like the end of the world to him. He gets jealous constantly, even if you just stole his teammate, but he fully realizes those are the dumbest reasons to feel jealous over. He hates this part of himself and will keep silent about his feelings until the very end. Even at gunpoint he wouldn’t admit it because he doesn’t want to burden you with his problems.

His jealousy shows itself in different ways depending on the situation and how bad it gets. He can quietly endure it all day, then suddenly start casually tormenting you with questions like:

“So, what do you think about that guy?”

“His voice is annoying, don’t you think?”

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

And so on.

But he can also get active about it. Idia suddenly becomes really talkative and arrogant, constantly trying to put the other person down though that usually only happens in games. Either way, his clinginess toward you increases dramatically, and the aggression in his gameplay rises too and unfortunately, not always toward the opponents.

If Nana herself were an esper, her ability definitely wouldn’t be something openly destructive like fire manipulation or teleportation. Nana is far too, let's call it, “quiet” of a character for that. Her power would be psychological type.

Her ability would probably be called something like “False Reflection” or “White Noise.”

She would be able to subtly influence people’s perception. Not full mind control, but more like gentle manipulation: making people doubt their memories, confusing their sense of time, causing them to overlook small details, amplifying fears or suspicions.

The longer someone stayed around her, the stronger the effect became. Because of that, people would start trusting her almost automatically without understanding why.

She would hate her own ability. Because she’d never know whether someone genuinely cared about her or if it was just her power affecting them.

As a child, she probably accidentally manipulated the emotions of people around her, which made her grow up extremely cautious about relationships. Despite that, outwardly she would still remain sweet, friendly, and “safe-looking.” Nana understands perfectly well how others see her, and she uses that as a weapon.

Her power would be almost useless in direct combat. If someone cornered her physically, she’d be done for. That’s why she would rely even more heavily on analysis, traps, and psychological tactics.

She would immediately get along with calm and observant people. The kind who don’t pressure her or constantly demand emotional attention from her. She’d probably like quiet introverts, intelligent but emotional people, people who can sit in silence comfortably, people with dark humor.

( She would slowly become friends with Nanao and only on her own initiative get to know him better, he was hardly the first on her list, but nevertheless, she still liked him. She would have become friends with Michiru almost like in canon, because she attributed her behavior to the action of her ability. She would find Kyouya strange, but nice. Maybe they would just be buddies. She most likely got along just as well with Fuuko.)

On the other hand, loud, impulsive, and aggressively dominant people would drain her very quickly. Especially controlling people. She would be extremely wary of telepaths or empaths. Almost paranoid around them.

(She would dislike Kaori and Kirara not only because she bullies her friend, but also because she finds them disgusting. She might have avoided Koharu. Moguo, his gang, and Kori too. Without knowing about Rentarou's true nature, she would most likely have liked him. Shinji and Sasaki would have given her strange feelings, so they'd be out of the question. But Tsunekichi would have evoked nothing but disgust.)

(+ if her character is the same then if someone ever saw the “real” her exhausted, angry, scared, Nana would either start avoiding that person or become deeply attached to them.)

She’d most likely fall in love not with a “perfect” person, but with someone who noticed her lies understood she was manipulative and still stayed by her side. With her superpower she only wishes to be seen.

(Potential with Kyouya and Koharu ,yeah)

At first, she would probably see that person as a threat.

Her love would be very anxious. She’d constantly analyze her partner’s tone, pauses, expressions, and behavior for reassurance. At the same time, Nana would show affection through acts of care like memorizing habits, helping quietly behind the scenes, making sure they’ve eaten, protecting them even when it hurts her.

She’s jealous, but in a hidden way. She wouldn’t make scenes, instead, she’d grow colder and more observant, paying attention to every little detail.

If someone truly became precious to her, it would be the first time she used her ability not for survival or manipulation, but for protection and that would become her greatest weakness.

You walked into the workshop, and he noticed the new thing immediately, not because of your pleased expression, not even because of the way you walked. August sensed foreign material with the instincts of a professional whose perception was tuned to recognize cut, texture, and fabric quality.

His gaze landed on you and froze.

You were wearing a new coat, soft, ash-gray, made from some pleasant-looking wool. Long, slightly fitted, with large pockets and intentionally rough stitches along the collar. You looked good in it, very good even, but it wasn’t his work, not his fabric, not something shaped by his hands.

August didn’t say a word. He simply finished pinning a sleeve onto the mannequin with an unnatural slowness, carefully set the needle aside, placed the pins down with silent precision, and only then turned toward you. His face was smooth like perfectly ironed silk, not a wrinkle, not a shadow of irritation, but in his eyes, behind the red lenses of his glasses, flashed that same gleam he usually hid behind loud laughter and dramatic gestures.

— “Come in, darling,” his voice was calm and polite. Too polite for someone who usually shouted

— “My muse!” the moment you entered.

— “I just finished sketches for the new uniform designs. As always, inspired by your silhouette.”

You moved to hang the coat on the rack by the entrance, the same hook where your favorite sweater, the one he had made for you, usually hung. August followed the motion like someone watching a poisonous butterfly he desperately wanted to crush but couldn’t because it was beautiful.

— “You like it?” he finally asked, stepping away from the table.

He touched the coat with only the tips of his fingers, careful, almost disgusted, the way people touch something someone else's and potentially infectious. His fingers slid across the collar, judging the fabric. August inhaled faintly, then his hand moved to the shoulder seam, and he grimaced so subtly you only noticed because you knew his face by heart.

— “The cut…” he drawled. “Acceptable. But the seams…” He shook his head, and there was so much professional contempt in the gesture, as though this wasn’t a coat but an insult to tailoring itself.

— “Too rough. Wrong thread. And the stitching jumps. Look here.” He pointed at the armhole.

— “See? Either the machine was poorly adjusted, or the hands were crooked. Probably the second.“

You opened your mouth to explain that it was a gift from a friend in another city, that you simply liked the color, and honestly, why was this suddenly an interrogation? But August was already speaking again, quieter this time, the kind of voice he only used when he was boiling inside and desperately trying to hide it.

— “And the color. Ash.”

He removed his glasses, cleaned them, put them back on, and stared at the coat as if it had personally offended him.

— “Ash, my muse. It buries you. Do you understand? It extinguishes the inner fire I try so hard to emphasize. It makes you…” He paused, searching for the word. “Flat. Without dimension. Without life.”

August spoke softly with that dangerous, hissing whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You hadn’t even known he could sound like this. What burned inside him wasn’t ordinary jealousy, not “who gave this to you?” or “why wasn’t it me?” It was the jealousy of a creator, an artist for whom your body was the most important canvas in the world. The acid eating him alive had nothing to do with someone else daring to touch you. It was because someone else had dared to dress you in something that hadn’t passed through his filter.

— “You know,” he continued, stepping back and crossing his arms, his gaze flickering between you and the coat, “when I create a dress for you, I don’t think only about appearance. I calculate how the light will fall across the folds when you move. How the fabric will settle when you turn your head. How it’ll shimmer when you laugh.”

He paused, and vulnerability finally slipped into his voice beneath all the forcefulness.

— “I put intention into every stitch. Protection. I don’t just want you to be beautiful. I want people to see you for who you are. And this…”

He nodded toward the coat, lips twisting with something close to disgust.

— “This is just fabric. No soul. No history. No me.”

And finally you exhaled, because you realized it had never really been about the coat.

— “August,” you started softly, taking a step toward him. “It was a gift. I didn’t choose it.”

He jerked his shoulder sharply, like brushing off a fly.

— “A gift?” he repeated, and for the first time that childish, disarming hurt slipped into his voice.

— “Who? Who dared? I’ll kill that aesthetic vandal. No, first I’ll ask how they dared choose this for you. Then I’ll kill them.”

— “Her.”

— “Especially her.”

He turned toward you, and suddenly the professional mask vanished entirely. In front of you was just August, messy, flushed, eyes full of something hot and turbulent.

— “Damn it, I… I’m insanely jealous,” he blurted out, and there wasn’t a gram of embarrassment in the confession, only truth.

— “I know it’s stupid. I know it’s just a coat. But it’s on you. And I didn’t make it. I didn’t put myself into it. And that… that…”

He grabbed his head and started pacing through the workshop, wildly gesturing with his hands.

— “It’s like someone repainting your portrait. And painting you wrong, do you understand? Wrong brush. Wrong palette. And everyone would look at it and say, ‘Ah, what a beautiful girl!’ but it wouldn’t actually be you. Just something vaguely similar!”

He stopped in front of you, breathing hard like he’d just run a marathon.

— “Take it off,” he asked quietly. “Please. Right now.”

You removed it, and the coat fell onto the chair like something unnecessary, foreign, something disrupting the harmony of his world. August exhaled with his entire body, from head to toe, and within seconds he was beside you again. His hands settled on your shoulders where the unfamiliar fabric had been moments ago, gripping slightly, like he was wiping away traces of it.

— “Thank you,” he whispered. “Sorry. I’m insane. I know.”

— “Insane,” you agreed without malice, pressing your nose against his chest. “But my insane.”

He hugged you tightly enough to make your bones creak and rested his chin on top of your head. And while you stood there listening to his frantic heartbeat finally calm down, you could feel his fingers absentmindedly smoothing over your back checking if any marks from those rough foreign seams were still there.

— “I’ll make you a new one,” he said, and now the hurt was gone from his voice, replaced only by excitement.

— “Better. Warmer. And the color…”

He leaned back to look at your face, eyes already burning with inspiration again.

— “You’ll look like… like a sunset beam. Or moonlight on water. No, like—”

— “August,” you interrupted with a smile. “I liked that one too.”

— “That one no longer exists,” he cut in immediately. Releasing you, he already rushed back toward the desk, snatching up paper and a pencil.

— “It won’t exist. Never again. Do you hear me? Never again will foreign fabric touch your skin. I forbid it. This is… this is a declaration of war.”

He kept talking while you watched him, messy, flushed, eyes blazing, a man who had just thrown a full emotional breakdown over a coat and all you could think was: God, I love you, you insane tailor.

The coat stayed hanging over the chair until evening. Later, he moved it away not throwing it out, because even in jealousy he still respected someone else’s craftsmanship. But he hid it somewhere it wouldn’t catch his eye.

On the highest shelf.

Near the ceiling.

In the shadows.

Oh god, if you ended up dating this guy... good luck to your nervous system. The guy barely had any relationship experience. Hell, not even online flings, really. (Unless you count people purring at him for loot drops during matches.) So he’s completely lost. This guy is literally the embodiment of anxiety and insecurity. To him, love is very different from friendship, which means it’s ten times harder. Despite having hundreds of otome games behind him, Shroud has absolutely no idea how real relationships work. He only picked out the routes he found interesting and hot, and trust me, there wasn’t even a hint of healthy relationships in those. Bro built his entire romantic worldview on the wrong characters.

Jealousy is completely normal for him because of his insecurities. His biggest fear is you leaving him for someone else. It’s already hard enough for him to open up and trust someone, and distance from the person he got so deeply attached to feels like the end of the world to him. He gets jealous constantly, even if you just stole his teammate, but he fully realizes those are the dumbest reasons to feel jealous over. He hates this part of himself and will keep silent about his feelings until the very end. Even at gunpoint he wouldn’t admit it because he doesn’t want to burden you with his problems.

His jealousy shows itself in different ways depending on the situation and how bad it gets. He can quietly endure it all day, then suddenly start casually tormenting you with questions like:

“So, what do you think about that guy?”

“His voice is annoying, don’t you think?”

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

And so on.

But he can also get active about it. Idia suddenly becomes really talkative and arrogant, constantly trying to put the other person down though that usually only happens in games. Either way, his clinginess toward you increases dramatically, and the aggression in his gameplay rises too and unfortunately, not always toward the opponents.

• Everything in Ubers is scheduled literally down to the minute. Even rest time. Especially rest time. Discipline and order, but not to an extreme.

• Snuffy can suddenly start explaining tactics in the middle of lunch using napkins, forks, or literally anything he can get his hands on. In a way, it’s also entertainment for him.

• Baro gets annoyed when someone touches his stuff. Even a glass being moved by accident irritates him. He’s a perfectionist to the core in that regard, so living with his teammates hasn’t been easy for him. At the same time, Baro is one of the cleanest people on the team. When it comes to personal comfort around others, he prefers Niko’s company the most because he’s the least troublesome.

• Aiku is the one who lightens the mood most often with jokes and humor, no matter the situation or who he’s talking to. Humor will save the world.

• Aiku loves throwing his arms over other people’s shoulders even when they clearly don’t want him to. He genuinely cannot live without physical contact and clings to literally everyone without exception, which sometimes gets him smacked for it.

• Aryu spends more time on his hair than some people spend training. Surprisingly though, he’s never late, because being late is not stylish.

• Aryu carries skincare and hair products even to away matches, which constantly leads to ridiculous situations. But that’s not even the worst part… Aryu still doesn’t know his own teammates secretly steal his products.

• Niko is constantly on his phone or analyzing something. He does listen to everything happening around him, but it’s easier for him to exist in the team while pretending to be deeply busy or detached.

• Niko somehow constantly gets dragged into arguments just by walking past. People always use him as a third party and “the rational perspective,” even if he didn’t witness the argument at all. “Niko, tell him!”

• Sendou suggests ordering food more than anyone else. It’s not even that he dislikes the local food, he just likes the whole “come on, let’s order something” vibe.

• Sendou is always trying to drag someone out to hang out after practice. He likes wandering around in groups. (Baro almost always refuses, but sometimes still goes anyway while pretending he was forced.)

• Ubers gets really quiet in the evenings. Everyone’s so exhausted that the only energy left is for scrolling on their phones or sleeping.

• Aiku sometimes blasts music way too loudly and immediately gets annoyed looks from half the team.

• Snuffy genuinely makes sure they eat and sleep properly. (Which is exactly why they sleep like logs, and why Shuto constantly gets yelled at for ordering garbage food.)

• If someone is hiding an injury, Marc notices almost immediately. He knows his players too well and can tell when they’re lying, faking, or pretending.

• The team has this weird habit of gathering in the kitchen late at night before bed, even when nobody is hungry.

• Baro complains about everyone more than anyone else, but if an outsider starts criticizing Ubers, he’s the first one to defend the team. Only he’s allowed to talk badly about those idiots cuz he’s the one playing and suffering with them, not some random guy.

• Niko and Aryu sometimes discuss other people’s weird habits like they’re conducting scientific research. For Niko it’s more like analysis and discussion, while for Aryu it’s intellectual gossip.

• Sendou loves taking candid pictures of the team. He’d never admit it, but those moments are important to him. (Although photographing these guys is a nightmare. Niko avoids cameras like the plague, Aryu constantly jumps into frame but then starts asking “Do I look good?” and begs for retakes, and convincing Baro to take a photo is basically nine circles of rejection.)

• Either way, half of Sendou’s gallery is just blurry pictures of a tired Baro.

• Aiku can fall asleep literally anywhere. He’s not picky at all.

• The scariest thing for the team is Snuffy’s disappointed look.