#head!canon

And then in the comment boxes, I bet the smarter students would leave great critical feedback talking about what they loved about the class, what they learned, and how impressed they are with sensei’s erudition. The besotted students would leave stupid shit about how he’s so sexy it’s hard to pay attention in lecture. And the students who hated him would (rightfully) criticize his shitty attitude and arrogance. 

And then there’s Hirato. I know many of you might imagine that Hirato would probably hit on Akari through the student evals, but I don’t imagine him being so obvious. My guess is that he would leave really fair feedback. He’d talk about how sensei is obviously brilliant and knowledgeable, but that he has a poor pedagogical approach. Hirato would then proceed to list out a very detailed number of suggestions for improvement. They would all be substantial insofar as they’d be designed to incite sensei’s rage. He’d say things like, “Sensei might be well-served by preparing PowerPoint slides to accompany his lecture. It is true that sensei’s lectures are scintillating and exceedingly informative, but not having a visual aid of any sort means that one’s attention is directed solely to the sound of sensei’s voice as it resounds throughout the room. Sensei’s voice is so pleasing that it might, without visual aids, lull the less diligent of our number to sleep.” And there’d be like twenty-some so-called suggestions.

It is my firm head!canon that angels love puns. 

@caffinatedcastiel and I have decided that Lucifer and Castiel share little puns and inside jokes around the boys all of the time - only they say them in Enochian, so Sam and Dean have no idea what’s going on, like 

D: “Why are you laughing like that?”

S: “What is so funny about a fork??”

D: “Oh, great - now they’re just laughing harder. I’m going to my room.” 

C: “Dean, wait - I’d explain, but it’s funnier in Enochian.” 

Edna brought Hyde to the Formans when he was ten-years-old, said to Kitty, “I’ll pick him up in a week. Maybe two,” and left with her latest boyfriend on a road trip.

Akari loves to take care of Hirato. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, really. He just wants to indulge his lover because he is all too aware of the fact that Circus doesn’t care for Hirato -- that the captain is supposed to be a weapon or a tool. And so, for the doctor, being able to demonstrate to Hirato that he’s much, much more valuable than his use as a weapon is something Akari delights in. I wrote about this in a few of the stories of Karnevalesque. 

So, for him, even stopping their little liaison to look after Hirato -- to make sure he’s not ill, to worry over the slightest health concern -- all that’s because for Akari, Hirato is the most valuable thing he has. Hirato is deeply precious to him, and even though Circus doesn’t treat him like he’s precious, Akari will. 

After the check-up (which Akari performs with meticulous care), he’ll draw Hirato a bath. He’ll drop in some essential oils -- lavender maybe, to help for relaxing. Or maybe eucalyptus to help invigorate. Epsom salt, for sure, since Hirato’s muscles may still be aching even though incuna cells help heal him. He’ll let Hirato soak, let the tension unspool from his body. Akari will gently wash his lover’s hair and body, taking his time and maybe placing a few chaste kisses here and there. (Naked Hirato is a thing worthy of truly enjoying, in Akari’s opinion.)

He loves giving Hirato massages, loves putting his hands to work against the captain’s muscles. Akari thinks that Hirato’s body is put to such rough use all the time so he wants to treat it gently, carefully. 

Every now and then, he cooks the captain a meal. Akari’s not a gourmet chef or anything, but cooking is really chemistry so he’s pretty good in the kitchen. 

They may cuddle up in front of a documentary or something like Planet Earth afterwards. In my head!canon, Hirato doesn’t really like television; he prefers to read. But he likes having Akari’s warm weight curled against him as they both drift off. Alternatively, Akari may read to Hirato while they’re lying in bed. 

Okay, but like you know it was Reisi who insisted on making snow angels because he’s never done it and he’s always wanted to do it and this is the perfect opportunity to try, Suoh, where are you going?

And so, maybe Reisi just plops himself down and starts making snow angels. You know he’d have perfect form, too. His snow angel would be really symmetrical and lovely. And he won’t stop nagging Mikoto about joining him. And of course, Mikoto’s either too lazy or too cool to join him. So, Reisi has to start making dirty, dirty promises to get Mikoto to come down in the snow with him. 

As you all know, Mikoto sometimes has a hard time keeping his power contained. He doesn’t think the snow angel thing is going to work for him, TBH, but he really wants all those dirty, dirty things that Reisi promised him. So, he’s like, “Whatever, I’ll try it.” And so he lumbers down to the snow and lays on his back and in a very annoyed, very put-upon manner begins waving his arms and legs to make those snow angels. Of course, it’s not long before all the snow around him just melts into a gross muddy puddle. And so, Mikoto sinks into the ground, still a bit annoyed. But since he’s there, he’s not planning on getting up, right? He just sparks up a cigarette and looks at the sky. 

Reisi holds out his hand – they’ve been together long enough now that they have little gestures like this. When Reisi holds out his hand while Mikoto’s smoking, it means he wants a drag. So Mikoto laughs and turns to hand the cigarette to Reisi, but as he does, he sort of loses his breath. He thinks Reisi is really beautiful – and of course Reisi is really beautiful – but Reisi laying in snowfall makes for a really stunning picture. Like, all that dark, glossy hair against pristine white snow. All those long limbs splayed out. His uniform in mild disarray because for once he dropped the captain persona to have a bit of frivolous fun. It’s really breathtaking and Mikoto stops, mid-motion, as he’s handing Reisi the cigarette. 

Reisi just hums in confusion. Like, “What’s wrong?” As I said, they’ve been together long enough that so much of their communication nonverbal. 

Mikoto hands the cigarette to Reisi and is like, “When you’re done actin’ like a kid, we should get outta here. Got plans for getting you out those clothes, you know…”

Reisi doesn’t really more coaxing. He gets up, dusts himself off and is like, “Come on.” 

But of course, Mikoto can’t stand the fact that his prissy, pressed boyfriend can just dust the snow off himself and be all crisp again. Obviously Reisi used Blue Aura to “restore” the vectors of his appearance, but Mikoto doesn’t care. He’s salty. So salty that he lobs a giant snowball at Reisi’s back – hits him square in the back too. And the he nearly falls over cracking himself up because the look of shock and annoyance on Reisi’s gorgeous face as he turns around is downright hilarious. 

And so it begins. They start this snowball fight, and of course it spirals out of control, what with Reisi re-ordering the vectors of the snow and using his powers to basically lob perfectly spherical snowballs at his boyfriend in rapid-fire fashion. Mikoto, naturally, just melts them all as they close in. No one’s going to win like this, they both know. But it’s fun to fight without drawing blood once in a while. 

Eventually, Mikoto’s like, “We can keep play fighting out here in the streets… or we can take it to the sheets.”

And Reisi just rolls his eyes, because have you met anyone so damn corny? But he agrees. It’s time to call it a night. So, he walks over and takes Mikoto’s hand in his. Mikoto releases a little more of his aura to warm his boyfriend up, and they walk, hand in hand, back to Reisi’s place to have that hot chocolate.

Well, like in the snow angel head!canon I just wrote -- sometimes, Mikoto thinks that Reisi is unbelievably beautiful. Like, just breathtaking. And his whole world sort of stills in those moments. Most of the time, this is when Reisi isn’t really trying. It’s when he wakes up and is still sleepily getting all his senses back. Or when he’s all excited about a new puzzle and smiles like a kid in a candy store. Or when he’s completely absorbed in a puzzle or game and his eyes get brighter than usual. 

For Reisi, he thinks Mikoto is really breathtaking when he does sweet, romantic shit because you’d never expect it from someone like Mikoto, right? So, if he plans a fancy date and dresses up. I mean, we’re all sad to see Mikoto lose those jeans that stick to his ass like a condom that’s too small, but if he dresses up, he’s unbelievably hot. And when he says sweet things or buys Reisi a puzzle or takes his hand. 

HAHAHAHA! Totally! 

Mikoto has a habit of just breaking into Reisi’s office in my head!canon. At first, he’d melt the locks on the windows so he could get in. After having replaced so many window locks, Reisi just gives Mikoto a key. Better than having to explain to Facilities why all his locks are melted all the time.

So, Mikoto comes every now and then, just to take a nap on Reisi’s couch or in the tatami area. This time, Mikoto looked so cute sleeping on Reisi’s couch that Reisi couldn’t help but reach in and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Mikoto wakes and then one thing leads to another. In my version, I guess Saru would come in (he rarely knocks these days), and Reisi would sort of panic and throw Mikoto off the couch and onto the floor. Believing that things will be best if he doesn’t say anything at all, Reisi is all like, “Fushimi-kun. How good of you to come. What do you require of me?”

“I would require that you don’t make out with the Red King during business hours.”

Reisi blinks. Mikoto smirks. Fushimi clicks his tongue.

And Reisi’s all like, “Certainly, I would never engage in such unprofessional behavior during business hours...”

Reisi blinks again. Mikoto snorts. Fushimi just sighs the sigh of the perpetually long-suffering. He’s so done with his fucked up King anyway. And like, he’s trying to get off work at a reasonable time so he can go play video games with Yata. And like, he just doesn’t have the time for Reisi’s nonsense. So, he clicks his tongue again, and is all like, “Right. Just like I don’t make out with Misaki during office hours. Got it, Boss.”