#kanato

• He doesn’t just talk to Teddy, he genuinely believes it can feel pain and is equal to a living being. Sometimes Kanato will deliberately prick the toy with a needle just to “test” how much Teddy loves him, if it can endure that. In Kanato’s worldview, Teddy is the only one who understands him, loves him, and is worthy.

• Kanato keeps things belonging to people who “belong” to him: strands of hair, pieces of fabric, sometimes even something more biological (he isn’t disgusted by keeping excrement). He has a secret place where all of this is neatly arranged like a collection, labeled with dates. He believes that this way they still belong to him and remain with him.

• He can fall into a state where he no longer distinguishes between reality and his memories of his mother, a kind of delirium or episode. In those moments, he becomes especially dangerous, because he may start treating you as if you were her, and then suddenly, without any regret or pity, “punish” you for “behaving incorrectly” and not matching the image in his unstable mind.

• Sometimes he deliberately lets food rot in his room. The smell doesn’t repel him, instead, he finds something soothing in it. Decay, to him, is a natural process, almost beautiful.

• Kanato can stare at a person for a long time without blinking (it’s unclear whether vampires even need to blink), and then suddenly say something like:

“I wonder what you’ll look like when you stop moving.”

That’s just how Kanato is. He says it sincerely, not necessarily to scare you, though he’s fully aware of how it sounds and how it affects people, and he enjoys that.

• He is jealous, and everyone knows it, but it’s not just strong jealousy, it’s obsessive and painfully insane. If he feels like he’s losing control, his first instinct isn’t to hold on, but to “break” what he has so no one else can “use” it. He is possessive to the core and would rather destroy than share.

• He can’t stand silence, but noise irritates him too. So he often hums children’s songs, very quietly, almost in a whisper. Sometimes the words are distorted, sounding like something between a lullaby and a funeral chant.

• He has a habit of counting heartbeats, specifically other people’s (since neither he nor his brothers have beating hearts). If you’re nearby, he might suddenly grab you, pull you close, and listen just because he feels like it. If the rhythm changes, he becomes nervous or angry and trust me, that leads nowhere good. With Kanato, you can never be certain of anything, can’t plan, can’t assume or expect. You’ll never outplay or predict him, if Kanato wants to hurt you, he will, and he doesn’t need a reason.