#*kisumako

oh my gosh thank youuu…!

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter Okay, so I usually default to having Makoto as the werewolf whenever it’s an option, but hear me out on this - werewolf Kisumi. Fluffy, white wolf with a pink sheen to his fur. Probably a pretty damn rare and valuable wolf. The kind that rumours get started about and who attracts hunters. Makoto being the hunter a given, but throw in hunter Sousuke as well for an OT3.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fishermanThis one works either way very well, but I do like the idea of Kisumi being a fisherman who specifically seeks out merfolk to study or whatever and orca merman Makoto being a bit more than he bargains for.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiarOkay, so I’m a bit biased from that Free! witch fic I wrote ages ago, but I’m kind of stuck on Makoto being a witch and Kisumi being a genie. But even in a non-genie setting, I think Kisumi would make a great familiar. Probably fox-themed, because that’s a go-to for Kisumi, but basically hangs around Makoto, casually draped off him, and helps make his magic extra sparkly.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addictMAKOTO IS ALWAYS THE COFFEE ADDICT. I think a lot of fandom generally agrees on that? Kisumi is the barista who lowkey infuriates him, because Kisumi insists on making all the fanciest, bubbliest, artsy drinks ever and Makoto just wants a black coffee. Is that so hard? And yet Makoto could go to literally any other coffee shop to get his plain black coffee, but he keeps coming to this one where Kisumi works, doesn’t he?

who’s the professor and who’s the TALet’s switch it up from the expectation here and have Kisumi as the professor. He’s the head lecturer for a university fashion degree and Makoto is his ever-faithful assistant, who also happens to model all of his creations. The students all love Professor Shigino’s classes, which has as much to do with Makoto as it does with Kisumi himself.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)Okay, gonna break the rules a bit for this one - Makoto is the prince, Haru is the wanderer who somehow gets roped into becoming a knight and Kisumi is the meddlesome genie/spirit who’s loyal to Haru. Both Kisumi and, surprisingly, Haru are prone to matchmaking each other with Makoto. How the ships work out is up to you.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parentI’m always going to have Makoto as the teacher, because it just feels right. Let’s pretend this is a situation where Kisumi’s parents are out of the picture for whatever reason, leaving Kisumi to act as a guardian for Hayato. Kisumi quickly notices that Hayato performs well in classes taught by Makoto and wants to thank Hayato’s teacher for helping him so much. But oh my, he wasn’t expecting Mr. Tachibana to be such an attractive, single man and it’s far too late for Kisumi to abort the parents evening. Help him.

Different strokes for different folks.

Makoto had heard that phrase before, followed by Nagisa’s shrieking with a laughter so fruity that it left no one in the room doubting why he was laughing. Yet even so, Makoto was starting to figure out what it meant. Not in… th-that way. Well okay, to some people that probably was the case, but that wasn’t how Makoto thought about it.

Though in his case, it was more like different strokes from different folks.

Makoto was a big guy. He was gentle with most, because most people couldn’t handle him if he wasn’t. But Sousuke could. Makoto could throw at Sousuke whatever he couldn’t do to most people and Sousuke would not only endure it, but enjoy enduring it. The same worked in the reverse. They were both built to handle taking out their tension on each other.

So when Sousuke worked Makoto’s shoulders, it was intense and exhausting and everything that Makoto needed. Sousuke pushed into all the cracks and muscles. Nothing was ever left untouched. A massage from Sousuke was like going on a hike up a mountain. Hard work at the time, but once you’d got to the top and seen how much ground you’d covered, you knew that it was worth it.

Then there was Kisumi, all the way at the other end of the spectrum. Because yeah, there were days when Makoto just wanted to be destroyed by one of Sousuke’s deep massages, but there were also days when he just wanted to relax. Work was hard and Makoto tended to devote more time to his job than he did do himself. So sometimes when he came home, he’d collapse on the sofa and just be done.

That was when Kisumi stepped in. He was so light and gentle, but soothing in a way that no one else was. More often than not, at the end of Kisumi softly massaging his back, Makoto would be sound asleep and Kisumi would see that as a compliment. It meant that this was a job well done.

Kisumi could sense Makoto’s unhappiness from the sole arm that was sticking out from under the pile of blankets. So he took hold of Makoto’s hand and gripped it for morale support. Beneath the blankets, Makoto let out a low whine.

“You’re doing great, just hang in there,” Kisumi soothed. He tried not to laugh, but a few giggles slipped out and he could tell that Makoto had heard them.

“I don’t think that ‘sweating it out’ is actually a thing,” Makoto said, his voice muffled, “Please Google it for me and send Sousuke your findings. I’m probably not going to make it.”

“Come on, you know Sousuke doesn’t trust looking up anything medical online. Not when he can use a remedy that’s been in his family for generations,” replied Kisumi.

“Maybe if I burn to death he’ll finally learn…” Makoto grumbled.

Kisumi rolled his eyes; “Don’t be like that.”

“I’m ill, I can be however I want.”

Well, that was it. Kisumi decided that he’d had enough. So he shifted several of the blankets until he could see Makoto’s face, which was bright red and about as sorry-looking as Kisumi had ever seen him. With his most reassuring smile, Kisumi lay down next to him, snuggling in.

“Kisumi, you can’t… you’ll catch whatever I have…” Makoto insisted.

“It’ll be worth it to help you through these trying times. Besides, then Sousuke will have to look after both of us and I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” Kisumi hummed.