if you wanna try, there's no worse you could do.

ok so listen. i was going to make a cute lil icon of atsu kissing someone and jus go “mwah.” right. simple enough. loves my friends. being lazy, i google “akutagawa x atsushi kissing.” i know things like that usually go south but i’ll find cute art of one of them blushing or something.

looking, looking, looking, lo - wait a damn minute.

HEADCANON.

odasaku is a secondary blast victim. upon his children’s death and being near the explosion, oda went on to have the following:

a pulmonary contusion. ( while this was a temporary condition, oda’s lungs never fully recovered and he went on to have difficulty breathing later as he healed. this is due to the amount of time he waited prior to being checked into a hospital. )

contracture scars. ( these begin on his left cheek and spread to the following shoulder down the near entirety of his upper torso, it fades just past his hip. )

antalgic gait. ( a limp done to avoid pain, basically. )

tinnitus. ( not often, occurs when an episode of his ptsd is triggered. )

carnivcr said:

curious anon barks at

oflegends said:

my clothes look better on you. (Kunikida~)

odasaku wouldn’t trade the nights spent with kunikida for anything. sure, it was sometimes a bit meticulous. each second planned for; from the moment they left the office to the moment they had dinner, to whatever activities the other had planned. but it was time spent with just the two of them, often ending with kunikida pressed closed. and that alone made it all worth it.

the mornings, however, were a different story. oda was far from a morning person. it took hours for him to get out of bed and even longer to really wake up, a feet usually only ever accomplished with the help of coffee. 

so, needless to say, it’s rather understandable when he’s too groggy to realize his mistake sooner. shuffling out of bed and slinking his jeans on, grabbing the shirt he’d assumed was his own, as he then heads to the kitchen. he’s stopped in his tracks by an already well awake kunikida, hand rubbing at his eyes as he squints to adjust to the brightness of the livingroom.

❝ bite me. ❞

ymagishi said:

🍉, 🍓, and 🥭!

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

fall. odasaku is a mellow person with a calm temper. he’s the kind of person you feel at home with when you first meet him, yet he’ll never understand why. fall is an inbetween season. caught between the start and finish. you can’t get enough of it. it’s cool out, but in a comfortable way. leaves are dying but pumpkins are growing. colors of reds, browns, oranges - all warm. just like odasaku. 

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?

not many people know oda. at first glance, he’s intimidating. considered the oddest port mafia member for never killing as well as not wanting to rank up. he’s dazai and ango’s closet friend - that alone is terrifying. those outside of the mafia likely see him as a deadbeat, wearing the same clothes and looking exhausted with stubble that he never finishes shaving off.

none of this is true, though.

odasaku is someone who cares for most he meets. people often worry about his monotone demeanor before learning that he “doesn’t care” because you’ve done something to piss him off, but genuinely just does not have it in him to care. he’s tired. he’s a simple man who wants to settle one day. nothing more, nothing less.

his reputation does not matter to him in the slightest. people are going to think what they think, it’s out of his control.

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero?  did they move away,  or do they wish to?

yokohama has no real meaning to him. his kids live there, so he does too. he wants to one day move to a beach front and spend his days writing. but until then, he stays.

when the door is unlocked, suspicion immediately rises. his apartment was in a bad part of town, on the outskirts of yokohama but not yet dipping into the crater of slum territory; the cheapest of the cheap and a danger level so high that it ensured it stay that way.

odasaku raises his gun before entering, eyes darting from wall to wall as he searches. 

he doesn’t have to look very long.

there she stands, setting the table. 

even if it weren’t akin to a studio apartment, he would’ve quickly noted the now clean apartment. not that it had been filthy, but . . . it wasn’t nice, either. when his cat maron approaches, purring and rubbing against his leg, he trades the gun for her. placing it back into the holster under his arm as he picks her up and holds her as if she were a baby, that cat gladly nuzzling as he does. 

confusing or not, yukako was . . to be trusted. too old to be considered his own child, but not old enough for him to consider her a friend. not quite a mentor / mentee, but he enjoyed her company. so she was classified under trustable.  

❝ i could’ve shot you. ❞ no, he wouldn’t of. his ability almost guaranteed no harm would come to her if he were around. 

❝ and i thought i told you that key was for emergencies only. ❞

museruled said:

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ” (chuuya @ oda)                 / meme. | accepting.

❝ 'm not stoppin’ you, baby.❞