#queue desu

t h e    b a s i c s .

name.  Haru Miura nickname(s). Vera (from Gio in her gamer au !!!), Annoying Woman (from ‘Dera), that weird cosplay girl (kids at Midori/people in general who don’t know Haru well?) age. 14/24 species. Human 

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic good / grey / evil   religious belief. Shinto Buddhist, but it’s not a huge part of her identity sins.  lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues.  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life. To be a mafia wife, to keep her friends safe and help them however she can, to be the best costume designer in Japan languages known. Japanese, English (learning, semi-fluent), Italian (learning, kinda getting there almost?) secrets.  Has very childish underwear (polka dots, chibi animals, motifs from her favorite shows), has a gigantic candy stash hidden in her room (would be hella embarrassed if anyone found out bc a young maiden isn’t supposed to eat that much sugar !!! she doesn’t do that no way !!!) quirks. her entire personality but in a good way. She’s very direct about her feelings and what she wants most of the time (as evidenced by her immediately declaring her love for Tsuna as soon as she realized it). Thinks aloud and talks to herself a lot. Sleeps with a stuffed dolphin.  savvies. sewing and design, consuming large quantities of desserts, hair & makeup actually

p h y s i c a l .

build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other: height.   156.5cm weight.  46kg scars/birthmarks.  faint freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and shoulders in the summer, small scars on her hands from when she was first learning to sew and cook, callused hands and feet from gymnastics abilities/powers. Lightning flame: she can manifest it, but hasn’t been trained in it to the extent of the Guardians/combatant famiglia members. Good stamina and core body strength honed through years of gymnastics, has been trained in basic self-defense (basic for the mafia, relatively advanced for a normal civilian), can whip up a mean creme brulee restrictions. she’s petite and considerably smaller than many would-be attackers. Would not do well in any fight involving actual weapons (though her friends taught her how to evade weapon attacks to a certain extent, she doesn’t carry any weapons with her, so not much of a counterattack). Even if she did have a blade or gun, she would probably hesitate before using it unless the attacker was like, charging at her, and it was absolutely needed (hence why TYL, if she has to have a weapon, I headcanon her favoring something more long-distance so she doesn’t have to see the blood & pain & death as much).

f a v o u r i t e s .

favourite food.  mont blanc favourite drink.  tea or juice favourite pizza topping. basil paste, soft cheese, well seasoned tomato sauce, anchovies. favourite colour. orange favourite music genre.  pop, but also rock surprisingly favourite book genre.  romance, fantasy, historical fiction favourite movie genre.  romantic comedy, drama  favourite season.  Spring favourite curse word.  She doesn’t really curse unless she’s very upset or furious favourite scent. cinnamon, chestnuts, spices

f u n  s t u f f .

bottom or top.  ;) guess loud burper or soft burper.  soft, tries not to do it because she thinks it’s unladylike sings in the shower.  hell yes / no likes bad puns. yes / no

their opinion on the mun.  “Needs to sleep more and be less salty.”

was tagged by.  @red-chevalier

However...

It all started this one day when Gokudera was sitting in class, writing a note for himself in G-script to remember to go to the (convenient) store, later, to restock his cupboards. There was a slight knock at the door before it opened and the principal walked in and asked the teacher to excuse Gokudera.

He sighed heavily, knowing he was probably in trouble for smoking on the roof once more. Gokudera stood and gathered a few things in case he didn't come back before exiting the room with the principal but not before hearing a select few gossipers in his glass whispering what they thought was going on. How annoying.

The older man looked at Gokudera and spoke, "So I hear you have a sibling?"

Gokudera raised an eyebrow, "Bianchi? What about her?"

The man chuckled, "No, no, your other sibling. Your sister called in because your younger brother won't stop crying and was asking for you. I can't deny I was a bit shocked, I didn't peg you for the type to be a caring older brother."

Gokudera raised an eyebrow, "Um...me neither.." He then spoke before they reached the man's office, "What did Sis say specifically?"

"Oh, she's here," he opened the door, motioning for the other to enter, "Why don't you ask her yourself?" Gokudera blinked before glancing in the room. There stood Bianchi, wearing goggles (thank God), her arms crossed in slight annoyance.

"Here he is, Miss, you may take him home, now." She gave a curt nod and a small mutter of thanks before walking over, not stopping as she took Gokudera's arm and led him out.

Once they were outside, Gokudera pulled his arm back in annoyance, "What's going on?" He furrowed his brow, "What if something happened and Tenth was attacked and I wouldn't be there because you dragged me out?"

She gave a heavy sigh, "Lambo came home crying from his first day of school in kindergarten and he's asking for you...Should I ask?" She gave him a look with her eyebrow raised in slight curiosity.

He shook his head, following her to the Sawada home, "No, I'd actually like to know what's going on, myself..."

Bianchi then shrugged, turning back to watch where she was going as they strolled down the street.

When they reached the home, Gokudera could already hear Lambo's annoying wails. He opened the door and Nana, holding Lambo, smiled graciously before speaking, "I'm sorry, Gokudera-Kun, we didn't know what else to do..."

He smiled at her, "No, no, it's fine..." He walked over and Lambo calmed down a bit when he saw him and sniffled.

"S-stupidera..." He reached out like a young child, which Gokudera had never really realized up until now with Lambo's bratty attitude. Gokudera reluctantly let Nana hand the cow child over and took him to the main room, sitting him down on the couch.

He squatted down in front of the kid and asked, "What's going on?"

Lambo sniffled, "L-Lambo-San hates school! All the kids are mean a-and I don't understand anything!" He began to cry once again.

"So you asked to talk to me?" The silver raised an unconvinced eyebrow.