心に描くBASARA

Hanbei Takenaka

While he may try to appear calm and cool most of the time, when he's got a crush on someone he likes to gush about them in a head-over-heels puppy-love kind of deal. Of course not in front of others though.

Enjoys anything red-bean flavoured, it's his absolute favourite.

Likes to appreciate the art of flower arranging, he finds it very beautiful and oddly calming.

Is actually ambidextrous.

Finds himself tired often but actually doesn't get a lot of sleep due to being a light sleeper.

Yoshitsugu’s touch is gentle as he holds his partners wrist in his hand, their arm twitching as the cold ointment is applied to the long burn mark running down their wrist. A small his escapes their lips, yet his touch doesn’t falter, finishing applying the ointment to grab bandages beside him to wrap their injury up. Making sure they are tight, but not too tight, Yoshitsugu looks over their now bandaged wrist, inspecting it once more before letting out a satisfied hum. “There, you should be fine for now.” He speaks, gazing into their eyes as a faint blush grazes their cheeks, his hold on their wrist not releasing them.

"I’m so embarrassed." They mumble out, gaze faltering downwards. "Who knows over a torch and lights their arm on fire?" Sighing, they glance at the singed ends of their garment that had successfully burned the sleeve up to the forearm. "I’m an idiot."

Without realizing it, Yoshitsugu’s hand gripped their own, earning their gaze as they could see an amused look on his bandaged face. They merely pouted as his other hand was brought up to caress their cheek. “You’re not an idiot.” He refutes softly, running his hand through their hair. “Just a tad clumsy is all.”

His partner lets out an amused huff through their nose, their bottom lip sticking out further. “Thanks, because that’s so much better.” They reply, less than amused.

Sighing with discontentment, Yoshitsugu brings them up onto his paladin that is now resting on the ground and into his lap, pulling them up against his chest. “My apologies, but you must admit it’s true.” 

Sighing in his arms, they hide their face in the crook of his neck. “Perhaps.” They shrug, arms wrapping around him. “Well, you get to take care of me, so I suppose it’s not all that bad.”

Hanbei is reluctant as he glances at his s/o in front of him as he rests against the wall of his room, a tired look in his eyes. Despite this a playful smile tugs at his pink lips, eyeing the concerned look on their face, feeling the blood in the palm of his hand that he had just spit out grow sticky. “Your help isn’t needed, but I appreciate it nonetheless.” With his clean hand he reaches out to tuck a strand of behind the shell of their ear. “I’ll be fine.”

"Will you?" The question comes out louder than they had wanted, hesitating before cupping his face in their hands, thumb rubbing away the smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth. "Please, even if it’s the smallest of things. I want to help."

hehehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Masamune never knew a child’s laughter could be so infectious as he tumbled onto the green grass, his child gathered in his arms to hold them close and tickle them mercilessly. They kicked against his legs, squirming on the ground beside their father with tears pricking at the corner of their eyes, voice going hoarse from their shrill laughter. He laughed with them, the large smile on their face lighting up something deep inside of him, something that he had not known he was missing until now. “Father please!! I give up!!” They managed to squeal out in between fits of laughter.

Laughing at them in reply, he sits up, ceasing his tickling and grabs them by the shoulders, placing them in his lap. “All tired out, now aren’t ya?” he asks with a large grin, eyeing them as they relax against his broad chest.

They are so tiny compared to him, they curl up against the warmth radiating from his skin, comforting and familiar. With a languid nod of their head, they sigh, leaning back into their Father’s arms. “I’m so tired Father,” they manage out, words muffled against Masamune’s chest.

Hand reaching out to pet their head, he leans back onto the grass, child still gathered in his arms. “Let’s take a nap then, okay?” he suggests casually.

"Okay!" The pep in their voice returns surprisingly, only for them to cuddle against his chest and relax.

Motonari doesn’t show affection in a typical romantic way, rather he’s quite possessive and tries to make sure people know that his partner belongs to him and no one else. Usually he likes to hold his s/o close to him by leaving a hand on their waist or dragging them into rough kisses no matter where they are or who is with them. Besides that, Motonari is not overly affectionate.

Like previously stated, Motonari is possessive and tends to get jealous easily when he notices peoples wandering eyes and charming smiles when it comes to his s/o. He typically intimidates people who he deems to close to his partner and scares them off one way or another. Later on they tend to have angry sex cause Motonari’s pissed at all the attention his s/o gets.

 Oh my gosh this is totally okay, I love au’s!!

Masamune is probably that one guy who even though he doesn’t text you very often, when he does it’s something really nice and considerate. Usually something like a lengthy little text on how his week was and asking how his partner has been and hoping they’ve been well and how much he misses them. He’ll occasionally send the random text with a little picture of something with the words “this reminded me of you”.

"You know, Yukimura-kun is quite attractive. I’m surprised he doesn’t have a partner by now."

The comment was casual in manner, but it didn’t stop Masamune from snapping his head in the direction of his partner, eye intense and lips formed into a taut frown. “HAH?”

His partner looked at him, eyebrow raised. “I said I was Yukimura-kun doesn’t have a partner?” They repeated, giving their boyfriend a questioning look.

"No." He inched closer to his partner, grabbing them by the shoulders, looking them pointedly in the eyes. "Before that."

"…Yukimura-kun is attractive?"

"YES!" Masamune shouted, making his partner jump in surprise. That! What do you mean by that exactly, huh?!”

A frown etched onto his lips, his partner’s eyebrows were furrowed, a baffled look on their face now. “Masamune…” His name came out in a gentle tone as they placed a hand on his cheek, taking him off guard. “Are you jealous?”

"No! I just—!" He bit his bottom lip, words stuck in his throat. "I just—!" A furious blush growing on his cheeks, he brought his partner into a tight embrace, hiding his expression from them.

They could only chuckly lightly at Masamune, wrapping one arm around him, another reaching up to pet his hair gently. “That’s sweet of you Masamune,” the spoke lightly, a smile on their lips.

"Don’t mock me." They could tell he was pouting.

"I’m not. I’m touched, really. But you know…" Pulling away, they cupped Masamune’s face, resting their forehead against his own. “You’re the only one for me, right?” Looking him in the eye, he only glanced away, embarrassed. “Hm?”

When it comes to romance, Yoshitsugu is surprisingly very gentlemanly. He's polite and patient with them, and likes to shower his s/o with gifts and affection. He has a habit of kissing his s/o on the back of their hand and is always attentive of their needs, asking them how their day was and so on. Spoiling them is something he takes great joy in whether it's buying them an expensive gift or preparing a surprise dinner. However he is always a bit apprehensive about kissing them anywhere on their face because of his leprosy. His partner only laughs a bit about it though, and is always the one to initiate the kissing.

Sexually, Yoshitsugu is also very hesitant about. While he's okay with touching and anything foreplay wise, when it comes down to the actual act of it he clams up due to his leprosy. He's insecure about it despite knowing it can't be passed onto them, so their partner starts off slow with them and take their time making them comfortable. When they get to doing it it, it's always very sweet and gentle.

Absolutely, the girls need so much more love!

Tsuruhime

Has a bit of a hard time falling asleep due to her visions, but listening to the sound of her s/o’s heart beat comforts her and lets her fall into a blissful sleep.

While she enjoys cuddling she gets restless and squirms around, unfortunately her s/o can’t refuse her when she asks.

When she holds hands with her s/o she tends to get really shy, her face also goes really red and her heart starts beating really fast.

Oichi

Enjoys making meals for her s/o and adds cute little touches like a vase of flowers to the side.

When she’s alone she talks to herself about her worries, it helps her calm down and think things through. Usually when she has a problem she overthinks it but then tends to solve the problem on her own and laugh about it later.

Tough guys with tougher s/o`s give me life.

The cut was deep enough to render Masamune unable to walk without aid, Kojuro and his men at his side, worry written on their face. The long and agonizing fight was over favouring in Oshu’s win, but it had come at a price—as most battles often do. “Masamune!" Pushing through the crowd of soldiers, their partner arrived, a panic in their eyes. Rushing to his side, they leaned in close, glancing at the wound on his thigh that was decorated with blood. "Look at your leg, are you okay?" Biting their bottom lip, they glanced back to his face, a cocky grin only evident on his lips.

"I’m fine, don’t worry about it." The tone in his voice struggled to sound confident, pain easing through.

“Masamune-sama your wound is deep, it needs to be treated immediately.” Kojuro chimed in, a serious look on his face.

"Tch, this is nothing—" He was cut off when he gave a sharp intake of breath when his partner touched his wound.

"That’s enough, quit acting tough." They stated in a strong tone, eyes meeting his own. "We need to get you patched up."

Without warning their arms slipped underneath his knees and back, lifting him with surprising ease. A surprised noise came from Kojuro and the soldiers surrounding, Masamune’s face meanwhile painted a deep red as they began to walk away with him. Kojuro and the men could only look on baffled.  ”H-Hey! Put me down, I can walk on my own!” He objected, struggling in their arms.

"Nope, with a wound that deep you won’t be able to walk." Seeing him open his mouth, they shook their head. "Ah! Not a word. Can’t you just let me help you when you need it?"