#kiyondo x reader

-😼 (possibly x2)

⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ it's totally fine smirking cat anon! so i don't lose my mind writing it they're all bupos hope you're fine with that

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female reader

Byakuya Togami

He gives a heavy, dramatic sigh. He adjusts his glasses and tells them that "Togamis do not fear figments of the imagination"

He won't do baby talk. Instead, he'll explain the logic of why the monster isn't real. If that fails, he pulls out the "big guns": he lets them sleep in the "big bed" just this once between mommy and daddy, provided they don't kick him

You wake up to find your child fast asleep and Byakuya reading a book by dim candlelight, secretly watching over you both

Hifumi Yamada

He lets out a dramatic gasp, pushing his glasses up so they glint in the dim lighting. It reminded him of a wholesome anime he watched once between a single father and an adorable little girl he adopted. Now was time to see if anime can translate to real life

He doesn't try to convince the child that it's not real. Instead he lets them hold onto one of his anime plushies and tells them it has an ability to ward off evil spirits

He ends up narrating a Hero's Journey where a child is a protagonist who defeats a nightmare with the power of friendship. 100% stolen from something he read last week. The kid is so distracted by the complex lore that they fall asleep mid-sentence

Kiyondo Ishida

He's out of bed and shouting before the door fully opens, knowing exactly what is to come

"STAND TALL! WE DO NOT ALLOW VAGRANT THOUGHTS TO BREACH OUR PERIMETER!"

He combines Mondo's physical protection with Taka's discipline. He'll give your kid a vow of protection, doing a few push-ups next to the bed just to show the nightmare that he's pumped up and ready to throw down

He ends up tucked into the corner of the child's room like a gargoyle, guarding the door with his arms crossed and an intense stare. Your kid feels safe because what monster in their right mind would want to mess with that?

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

He's very loud at first, shouting: "A NIGHTMARE IS NOT MATCH FOR THE SPIRIT OF AN ISHIMARU!", but he quickly lowers his volume when you nudge him

He creates a "Nightmare Prevention Protocol". This involves checking under the bed, in the closet, and behind the curtains with military precision

He gives a 10-minute lecture on bravery and the importance of a good night's rest for cognitive development. Surprisingly, the rhythm of his voice puts the kid right back to sleep

Leon Kuwata

He jumps when your kid taps his arm, screaming a little and assuming they're a little ghost or demon come to take him (it is late, after all)

He put on some music, as soft as he personally can handle, or hums a song he's working on as he takes them back to bed. He tries to make the nightmare seem lame or uncool so the kid isn't afraid of it anymore

He ends up playing a handheld video game with them in bed for twenty minutes to "distract their brain" before they both eventually pass out

Makoto Naegi

He's immediately down on their level, rubbing their back and offering a sleepy but incredibly warm smile

He'll tell a story about a tiny seedling that was scared of the dark ground but grew into a huge sunflower

He ends up carrying them back to bed, tucking them in so tightly they can barely move, and staying there until they fall asleep. He probably falls asleep in the chair next to the bed, too

Mondo Owada

His first instinct is asking who he has to fight. Once he realizes it was just a dream, he gets incredibly flustered and gentle

He picks the kid up with one arm like they weight nothing. He'll take them to the kitchen for a glass of milk or a snack, talking in a low, rumbling "tough guy" whisper to soothe them (and maybe make them laugh)

He lets the kid wear his gang jacket like a blanket. The sheer weight of it makes them feel safe

Yasuhiro Hagakure

You'll have to calm him down along with your child if it involves a "tangible" threat like a monster in their room

Once calmed, he'll dig out a protective crystal (a cool crystal he found online) and tells the kid it has a good chance of warning off all bad spirits

⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ asker i need you to know i saw this in my inbox like a week or two ago and realized i fully forgot about kiyondo on my sfw thh full cast imagines and you're the reason i updated them to include him. i included genocider syo and alter ego in those headcanons as their own characters literally why wouldn't he be there

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WARNINGS: bottom!reader

gender neutral reader

The air in the empty classroom felt heavy, charged with the erratic, crackling energy that followed Kiyondo like a localized storm. He wasn't just Ishimaru anymore, and he certainly wasn't Mondo, but the fusion of the two was currently vibrating with a restless, white-haired fury.

Hifumi had sniveled his way into another hour with Alter Ego, and the perceived injustice of it was rotting in Kiyondo’s gut. To him, the AI was the only mirror left of his brother’s soul, and seeing it "hogged" by someone so fundamentally undisciplined was an affront to the moral order he was desperately trying to stitch together.

When he found you in the dorms, he didn’t speak at first. He simply loomed, his eyes glowing with that unnatural, crimson intensity. The rigid posture of the Ultimate Moral Compass was still there, but it was infused with the thuggish, simmering heat of a gang leader.

"You," he barked, the word vibrating in his chest. "Sit. Now."

He didn't wait for a verbal response, his hand clamping onto your shoulder with a grip that spoke of barely contained desperation. He wasn't asking. He was demanding a tether. As he pushed you back against the mattress, his movements were jagged—a frantic struggle between his need for absolute control and the chaotic grief threatening to tear him apart.

"That gluttonous waste of space thinks he can gatekeep the only thing that matters," Kiyondo hissed, his voice a low, gravelly rasp against your ear. He hovered over you, his weight a solid, grounding presence that felt like lead and lightning all at once. "He disrupts the schedule. He ignores the rules. Everything is falling into disorder, and I...I will not have it."

He took your wrists, pinning them above your head with a single hand. The dominance was aggressive, born of a need to feel something follow his command when the rest of the world refused to. But even in his agitation, he paused, his eyes searching yours with a fleeting, jagged vulnerability.

"Do you understand? Do you accept this?"

The moment you nodded, the floodgates broke.

Kiyondo’s fingers were trembling with a frantic, electric energy as he tore at your clothes, his movements lacking his usual disciplined precision. He stripped you with a rough, singular focus, tossing fabric aside as if it were the very physical manifestation of the disorder Hifumi had caused. When he reached for his own fastenings, his knuckles were white, his eyes never leaving yours. He freed his length—thick, pulsing, and rigid with a desperate need for friction—and didn't offer a moment of reprieve.

He moved between your thighs, the heat radiating off his skin like a fever. With one hand still pinning your wrists and the other guiding himself, he pushed into your heat in one jagged, uncompromising motion. The sudden fullness drew a sharp gasp from your lungs, but Kiyondo didn't slow down. He began to drive into you with a rhythmic, punishing intensity, his hips snapping forward as if he were trying to sweat out the ghost of Mondo and the crushing weight of the trial through sheer physical exertion.

"Focus on me," he commanded, his voice cracking into a low, gravelly rasp as his breath hitched against your skin. "Don't look away. I am the one who sets the pace. I am the one who decides!"

Every thrust was a frantic statement of existence, a violent effort to prove he was still the master of his own skin. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder with a ferocity that stopped just short of drawing blood, his groans vibrating deep in his chest. He was chasing a climax that felt less like pleasure and more like an exorcism.

As he neared the edge, the rigid "Moral Compass" persona finally fractured. The movements became faster, more desperate, his composure dissolving into the raw, grieving boy hiding behind the mask of white hair and piercing red eyes. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body seizing as he finally broke, pouring himself into you and shuddering with a force that left him momentarily hollow.

Thank you, @t1r3d-m0ch1! Headcanons under cut!

(Side note: for the most part I will write him as his own person unless requested/said otherwise)

He is a mess of a yandere which means his darling's life is going to be a calm hell or a fiery hell. There is no in-between.

Everything he does has a weird intensity to it, not only doing everything to the letter but also does it in a way that can get messy and come off wrong.

He is very protective, making sure to at least try to scare off the person as a warning before getting rid of them, however not everyone gets a warning.

He is highly obsessive and possessive.

One obsessive thing he will do is take notes of his darling, what they like and don't like, who their friends are etc.

One possessive thing is that he is very clingy not only being a type of bodyguard but also because being around them makes him feel warm and calm.

He is not afraid to get into people's faces if they are being unpleasant towards his darling.

Going back to the very clingy part he will follow his darling everywhere.  

When he's trying to be sneaky it's a 50/50 chance of his darling knowing that he's there or not. Ex: if he sees someone messing with his darling or someone he doesn't like/trust then he will come out of his hiding place to scare off that person.

Of course it’s okay!! I’m sorry if it got a little bit intense at some points... I hope it’s good enough!

Kiyondo’s S/O Confronting Him About Recent Behavior

After Mondo’s death, Taka had begun acting unlike himself. Understandably, of course, as he had just lost his best friend.

But ever since you found Alter Ego, everything seemed to take a turn for the worst.

His appearance was drastically altered, the once charcoal hair that graced his head turned white and his eyes now burned a luminous red.

He also insisted on being called “Kiyondo Ishida” and that he had a “soul bond” with Mondo

But right now, that was the least of your worries.

The biggest problem, right now, was the way he was treating your classmates.

It hadn’t been too much of a problem at first. Kiyondo was just a little more protective than Taka had been, making sure he was by your side at all times.

It only escalated from there, going from harsh glares across the room to forcibly removing them from to and eventually keeping you from seeing them all together.

You understood he wanted to keep you safe, but this was just getting ridiculous, and he needed to know that.

You got up to go find him, to give a piece of your mind, the moment he set foot in your dorm. 

“Hey, Babe-” oh don’t you hey babe them.

He caught onto the fact that he did something wrong when you stood in front of him, arms crossed, scowling like a screech owl.

You told him to Sit. Down. Now. Which he did, not wanting to incur your wrath any further than he already had.

And you go off, telling him everything that had been bothering you about this whole situation, from the abrupt shift (which you probably don’t blame him for) to the complete social isolation. Kiyondo doesn’t utter a word through the entire thing, listening to you.

When you’re done, he’ll still be silent for a bit, making sure you were actually done, before he apologizes

It’s a simple apology, but it was very obviously heartfelt. He swears that he’ll do his best to do better.

⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ genuinely a unique concept, anon. i made it so they're living with reader as i couldn't think of much other than them going "wow! cool!" to simply being told about it

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gender neutral reader

Byakuya Togami

He initially hated the idea of "cramped quarters," but once he realized it meant total isolation from the "common" masses, he bought in. He treats the boat like a private floating fortress

He’s the reason the decor is high-end. He insisted on silk sheets and a mahogany desk bolted to the floor so he can keep up with his investments via satellite internet

You’ll often find him on the roof of the cabin, book in hand, looking remarkably regal for someone wearing a life jacket. He finds the silence of the ocean tolerable

Hifumi Yamada

He turned one corner of the houseboat into a dedicated creative zone. He finds the isolation perfect for his fanfic and doujinshi work—no distractions from the outside world

He is in charge of the pantry. When you dock for supplies, 60% of the haul is specialized snacks and soda that he claims are "essential fuel for the creative soul"

If you have a pet, Hifumi has definitely tried to sew a tiny sailor outfit for them

Kiyondo Ishida

He is intense. He runs the boat like a tight ship. Every morning starts with a vigorous deck scrubbing at 06:00 sharp

He relaxes with authority. If you're cuddling in the cozy nook, he’s holding you with a grip of steel, shouting about how "RELAXATION IS VITAL FOR A SUCCESSFUL MARITIME LIFESTYLE!"

When you do have to dock for supplies, he handles the logistics. He’ll have a color-coded spreadsheet for groceries and will argue with any vendor who tries to overcharge you

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Taka likes commanding the vessel. He has a laminated manual for every single piece of equipment on board. Even if it’s just a cozy little houseboat, he treats every departure from the dock with the gravity of a trans-Atlantic voyage

He has a literal whistle. You will wake up at 06:00 for "Morning Deck Calisthenics." He believes that living in the middle of nowhere is no excuse for a lapse in discipline!

He is obsessed with life jackets. If you so much as step onto the deck to look at a sunset, he’s right behind you, meticulously tightening your straps and checking the expiration date on the flares

Leon Kuwata

Leon loves the aesthetic of the boat more than the work. He’s always lounging on the deck with a guitar, trying to write "sea-inspired punk rock" that mostly just sounds like sea shanties

He took up fishing just because he thought it made him look cool. He’s actually surprisingly good at it, and he gets genuinely hyped whenever he catches something big enough for dinner

He’s the most excited when you dock. Not because he hates the boat, but because he needs to see new faces and maybe grab a specialized hair product he ran out of

Makoto Naegi

Makoto is the heart of the boat. He’s the one making sure the "homely" vibe stays intact, constantly adjusting the curtains or fluffing the pillows in the nook

Even when the waves get a bit choppy, he’s there with a smile and a warm mug of cocoa. He genuinely believes that as long as you two are afloat, nothing can go wrong

He’s definitely the one who smuggled a second pet on board because "they looked lonely at the docks." He spends his afternoons napping on the deck with a tabby cat stretched across his chest

Mondo Owada

Mondo takes care of the heavy stuff. He’s surprisingly meticulous about the boat’s motor; he treats it like one of his bikes, keeping it polished and running perfectly

He loves the pets more than he’d ever admit. If you have a dog on board, Mondo is the one sneaking them treats and talking to them in a high-pitched voice when he thinks you aren’t listening

He’s a bit embarrassed that he gets a little green when the water gets too rough. He’ll act tough, but he’ll be clinging to the railing for dear life

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Hiro is 100% convinced the boat is protected by a sea spirit. He spends his time reading the "vibes" of the currents and telling you when it’s a "lucky day" to head north

He is constantly getting his hair caught in the rigging or the fishing lines. It’s a daily occurrence