inkblot of doom

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness

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Yoichi Isagi 𓂃۶ৎ

Isagi would initially greet you with a humble, bashful smile, genuinely touched that someone wants his autograph. However, the moment he looks up to ask for your name, he’d be completely stunned by your face, causing his brain to short-circuit mid-sentence. Caught off guard by how attractive you are, he’d fumble the pen with trembling hands, a deep crimson blush spreading to his ears as he tries (and fails) to maintain his cool, professional athlete persona while internally panicking over your eye contact.

Meguru Bachira 𓂃۶ৎ

Bachira would skip toward you with his usual eccentric energy, grinning ear-to-ear the moment you ask for his autograph. But as he leans in close to sign, he would go quiet as he catches a full glimpse of your face; he’d freeze mid-excitement, his bright eyes widening as he tilts his head to examine you like a fascinating work of art. Instead of getting shy, he’d lean even closer into your personal space, his cheeks dusting with a playful pink as he chirps, "Whoa, you’re super pretty !" before handing back the paper with a tiny, stylized doodle of a monster next to his name.

Hyoma Chigiri 𓂃۶ৎ

As he leans down to sign, the proximity forces him to take in your features, and his cool composure would instantly fracture; his eyes would widen slightly, and he’d lose his train of thought mid-sentence. He’d find himself uncharacteristically flustered, tucking a strand of red hair behind his ear to hide the rising heat in his cheeks while he hurriedly finishes the signature, unable to meet your gaze again without his heart racing.

Rin Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ

Rin would initially meet your request with a cold, disinterested stare, acting as if signing an autograph is a tedious chore that’s beneath him. But as he reaches for the paper and catches a direct look at your face, his icy composure would momentarily crack; his pupils would dilate, and he’d experience a rare, silent hitch in his breathing as your face card hits him like a blindside tackle. To mask the sudden, frantic thumping in his chest, he’d furrow his brows and look away sharply, scrawling his name with aggressive precision while a stubborn, faint pink tint creeps onto his sharp features.

Sae Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ

Sae would initially regard you with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, treating the request with the same indifference he shows everything else. However, as he steps closer to take the pen, your face would catch him completely off guard, causing a rare, momentary lapse in his calculated movements. His eyes would flicker with a spark of genuine surprise, and he’d find himself lingering on your features just a second too long for someone who prides himself on being untouchable. To maintain his ego, he’d click his tongue and sign with elegant speed, but the slight, uncharacteristic tension in his jaw and the way he avoids a second look betray the fact that you actually managed to make him feel flustered.

Rensuke Kunigami 𓂃۶ৎ

Kunigami would approach the request with his usual earnestness, offering a polite nod and a steady hand as he reaches for your pen. However, the moment he makes eye contact to ask who to make it out to, his sturdy composure would completely crumble; your face card would hit him at full force. His broad shoulders would tense up as a massive, unmistakable blush burned across his face, and he’d suddenly become incredibly clumsy, stammering through a "thank you" while trying to maintain his stoic protector persona despite his heart drumming loudly against his ribs.

Shoei Barou 𓂃۶ৎ

Barou would initially scoff, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a sharp, intimidating glare as if your request is an insolent distraction for the "King." However, as he begrudgingly reaches for the pen and finally catches a full, clear look at your face, his dominant aura would instantly falter; he’d stiffen, his eyes widening as your face card momentarily overthrows his entire ego. His grip on the pen would tighten until his knuckles turned white, and a fierce, angry-looking blush would erupt across his face to mask his genuine shock. He’d scrawl a massive, aggressive signature while clicking his tongue, barking at you to "stop looking at me like that" just to hide the fact that he’s completely dazed and unable to hold your gaze for more than a second.

Reo Mikage 𓂃۶ৎ

Reo would approach you with his signature charm, flashing a confident, practiced smile as he smoothly takes the pen from your hand. However, the second he leans in to ask for your name and catches the full impact of your face card, his professional mask would completely shatter; his eyes would widen, and the witty remark he had prepared would die in his throat. Accustomed to having the best of everything, he’d find himself genuinely dazzled, his face heating up with a rich, flustered blush as he realizes that even with all his wealth, he’s never seen anything quite as captivating as you. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual poise replaced by a shy, uncharacteristic stammer as he hands it back, his mind already racing to figure out how to see you again.

Seishiro Nagi 𓂃۶ৎ

Nagi would look down at you with his usual sleepy, half-lidded expression, probably leaning his chin on his hand and sighing about how much of a "hassle" it is to hold a pen. However, the moment he lazily tilts his head to look at your face, his eyes would suddenly snap wide open, the dull fog in his gaze clearing instantly as your face card registers in his brain. He’d freeze mid-reach, his mouth falling open slightly in a rare display of genuine effort as he just... stares, completely mesmerized by how pretty you are. He’d end up signing the paper in a daze, his movements uncharacteristically careful as he murmurs a soft, "Whoa... you're really high-spec," his heart beating faster than it ever has during a game.

Oliver Aiku 𓂃۶ৎ

Aiku would greet you with a lazy, practiced wink and a smooth, "Sure thing, gorgeous," leaning in with the effortless confidence of someone who’s used to being the center of attention. However, the moment he gets into your personal space and catches a full look at your face card; his bicolored eyes would widen, and the flirty remark on the tip of his tongue would dissolve into a rare, stunned silence. He’d finish the autograph with a slightly shaky flourish, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish, lopsided grin, realizing he just got completely played by your looks.

Shuto Sendou 𓂃۶ৎ

Sendou would initially be striking a dramatic, practiced pose and flashing a confident grin as he prepares to give you his autograph. But as he looks up to hand the paper back and your "face card" finally registers, his ego would instantly deflate into pure, unadulterated shock; his jaw would drop, and he’d let out a weird, strangled noise as he realizes you’re more "main character" than he is. He’d become a stuttering mess, his salmon-pink hair practically blending in with his beet-red face as he frantically tries to act cool while accidentally signing the name of a random Japanese idol instead of his own.

Ryusei Shidou 𓂃۶ৎ

Shidou would meet your request with a wild, predatory grin, leaning into your space with zero regard for boundaries. But the moment he actually focuses on your face, his usual chaotic energy would hit a sudden, electric snag; his pink eyes would widen, and he’d let out a low whistle. Instead of getting shy, he’d become hyper-fixated, his grin turning sharp as he scrawls his name with jagged strokes, declaring that your looks are a “total masterpiece” while leaning so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, clearly exhilarated by the unexpected "explosion" your beauty just set off in his brain.

Tabito Karasu 𓂃۶ৎ

Karasu would approach you with a sharp, analytical gaze and a confident smirk, his Kansai dialect adding a smooth, teasing edge to his voice. However, the second he gets into his ideal range to sign and actually processes your face card. There would be a rare, flustered heat rising to his face as he realizes you’re anything but mediocre, you’re a total masterpiece. He’d try to play it off with a dry laugh, but the way his hand lingers on yours as he returns the pen proves that you’ve officially become the only person capable of making him lose his cool.

Otoya Eita 𓂃۶ৎ

Otoya would slide into your space with a practiced smirk, his hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he hums a smooth, "Sure, but what's in it for me?" with the effortless confidence of a seasoned flirt. However, the second he tilts his head to catch a full look at your face card, he’d stop mid-lean, his half-lidded eyes snapping wide open as his brain short-circuits at how gorgeous you actually are. For a guy who treats romance like a low-effort game, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, as he realizes his usual pick-up lines have completely evaporated. He’d sign the paper with a slow, lingering touch, his smirk turning a bit more private and strained as he murmurs, "Forget the autograph... can I just get your number instead?"

Kenyu Yukimiya 𓂃۶ৎ

Yukimiya would approach the request with the polished, effortless grace of a professional model, offering you a radiant camera-ready smile and a gentle, "Of course, it’s a pleasure." However, the moment he adjusts his glasses and leans in to catch a full, clear look at your face, his composure would instantly shatter, leaving him genuinely breathless and momentarily stunned. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual smooth banter replaced by a shy, mesmerized silence as he realizes that, for the first time in his life, he’s the one who’s been left totally starstruck.

Hiori Yo 𓂃۶ৎ

Hiori would approach you with his usual calm politeness, offering a soft "Oh, for me? Of course," as he takes the paper with a gentle smile. However, the second he looks up to ask for your name and catches the full, radiant impact of your face card, his turquoise eyes widens as if he’d just encountered a hidden, ultra-rare character in an RPG. Usually the most level-headed player on the field, he’d find his breath hitching. His focus completely shattered by how impossibly pretty you are. He’d finish the signature with a slightly shaky hand, his soft Kansai dialect turning even more quiet and bashful as he murmurs, "Whoa... you're stunning."

Michael Kaiser 𓂃۶ৎ

Kaiser would approach you with his usual arrogance, his blue-tinted eyes flickering with a bored smirk as he assumes you’re just another unimportant peasant seeking a glance at the King. However, as he leans in to sign with a lazy, practiced flourish, the moment your face card hits him full-on, his composure would instantly short-circuit; his hand would pause mid-signature as he realizes he’s just encountered something truly divine. For a narcissist who usually commands the room, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, his usual witty jokes dying in his throat. He’d click his tongue and look away sharply to hide the rare, frantic thumping in his chest, his usual cool "Michael Kaiser" persona completely shattered by the sheer, undeniable beauty of you.

Alexis Ness 𓂃۶ৎ

TO PROVE YOUR WORTH ! — yukimiya x reader smau

: As a failing student, you tried to bribe the ideal student to do your missing projects.

It was not an exaggeration when you’d tell people that when a new teacher comes, everyone would warn them about you. You were, to put simply—the worst student in your batch. You do the bare minimum in every class, only attending when there’s a quiz worth more than 30 points, anything below is a skip. When faced with group projects that require weeks to do, you simply just buy the supplies needed and never appear ever again. You didn’t have many friends, mostly because you never attend school. People do approach you, invite you for lunch or for simple hangouts since you look ‘chill’ but you always declined, it wasn’t that you had something against them, you just preferred your peace and silence more. School was noisy, teachers discussing makes lots of noise, classmates gossiping in the back makes lots of noise, and the worst of all was the first 10 minutes of lunch break. Everyone rushing out of the classrooms to see their friends, or buy food, and it was extremely noisy.

But clearly, as you get older, getting into a college with a 100% acceptance rate, teachers become stricter, your final grade actually starts to matter, and you genuinely need to put your life back on the line. Your advisor calls to talk to you privately, going above and beyond just to get a hold of you. It was all well until… He mentioned expulsion, AGAIN. You were genuinely screwed, since it was the 3rd time this school year that mentioned expulsion. That’s no longer a warning but an actual threat to your academics. You were told that it was possible for you to make it up by doing all the big projects you’ve missed in the semester, and that they could give you extra points to up your grade. Which would make your final grade passable.

You’ve heard about a guy named Yukimiya Kenyu in your school. He was popular, part of the football team, does part-time modeling for agencies that pay fine, and gets high grades all the time! to you, he was like some hero that could juggle every issue that comes to him. Even with a busy schedule, he always seemed free. Your classes usually are on the afternoon period, his was on the morning, so you often see him during lunch breaks. Yet, that doesn’t explain why he’s always a table away when you do go to school. You always get to hear his laugh, his conversations, his friends, his academics. He was noisy, really noisy, but he could be potentially useful.

After a little talking here and there with other people, you finally got his number.

You immediately messaged, this was urgent anyway. He replied just as quick, thankfully. But how’d he know it was you?

You breathe out of relaxation, happy that he was willing to do it for you. The way he responded to your message wasn’t at all what you had expected, you knew he was someone easy to talk to—but the way he responded to you wasn’t like meeting someone for the first time. Especially by the way he already knew who you were, he sounded comfortable, and you didn’t know how to deal with that. But priorities were priorities, you weren’t trying to make friends.  You just needed him to do 4 projects for you. You were about to settle down until you remembered the payment. You completely forgot to tell him about the pay, or ask him for his bank. Yet that brought up another question, why did he just agree?

He left you on delivered. Funny. The days that came after that were short conversations, short check ups on how it’s going, or asking for more instructions. That was until, one day, he invited you out.

You were someone who didn’t like going out much, but this was definitely something you could get used to.

- myoga yukihiro (oc) 🎶

-myoga yukihiro (oc)

hiii! 👋 this is inky speaking to yukkimod, i hope you dont mind this oc ask ^^ for context/lore myogas just a silly little guy that likes to bother yukimiya (affectionately). i also have the personal headcanon that yukimiya finds him to be surprisingly fascinating because of his 'weird kid' sort of vibe(youre so strange i need to study you under a microscope type), but whether you wanna play into that dynamic or not is totally up to you! also their playstyles foil each other but i wont talk about that now since its not relevant to this post.. 👀

*blinks* a shrimp fried the rice because it didnt want to be an ingredient?

- myoga yukihiro (oc) 🎶

Pearl starting to rethink her career choice (⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠)

— Filipino Reverse: 1999 OC 🏵✨️

synopsis ; what's better than childhood nostalgia and watching your boyfriend cry? 🥹 warnings ; LOSER yukimiya, implied desi reader (ignore iyw), vv much desi kid childhood inspired wc ; 752

“are you sure that’s not too much mirchi, love?” your boyfriend nervously chuckles, his hand ever so slightly shaking as he reaches for your wrist.

“hah, you haven’t seen anything yet!” you laugh, open-handedly shaking a little more red chilli powder into your maggi.

now, usually, yukimiya wouldn’t eat maggi. and neither would he put so much spice. but who is he to decline when his darling partner comes to him, asking if he wants to eat maggi together? and, another fair point is that he didn’t know what he was getting into, until you brought out the spices.

the colour of the soup is incredibly concerning. to you, it looks like the angels are blessing you with such a tasteful soup. but to him?

fear alone cannot describe this feeling.