Mitsuya Hcs - Blog Posts

ᴛʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. Part 1

Characters: Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and Shinichiro.

Ｍｉｔｓｕｙａ

ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

He was my crush, that is a literal green flag. He was funny, kind, respectful, thoughtful, and treated me like a friend. He always reassures me about his feelings but is shy about making moves in public.

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He makes my heart race. He is friends with my friends, and they like him very much. He knows his stuff and doesn't cross my boundaries. He's close to my family, and they adore him.

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Fortunately, I didn't enter into a relationship with him because, at that time, we were still young and I didn't think I was ready to like someone again in that way. I was in a complicated relationship with a boy when he confessed, and I didn't want to play Mitsuya, so I turned him down. However, that fucker cheated on me with a girl that's closer to him.

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My Mitsuya crush is still friends with me up to this day, but not that close anymore.

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Anyway, Mitsuya was my crush, and he made me happy and secure.

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If I could re-start again, and choose between him and my ex, I would choose him in a heartbeat.

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He's a literal green flag, but maybe I'm not the right person for him.

Ｃｈｉｆｕｙｕ

ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ

He was my crush that I treated like a friend. He's bubbly, outgoing, talkative, a joker, and overall a nice guy. We banter a lot with each other. Our relationship was kind of cringy and typical, but it was fun.

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He was smart, popular, and had a lot of friends. I think we weren't actually viewing each other in a romantic way, since we were too young at that time. I think we were just lonely and dependent on each other. He was really fun to be with and we treated each other like friends.

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Chifuyu was my platonic soulmate, and my best friend.

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ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ

He was a lot older than me. I was SIMPING for him when I was just 5. This man was manly, handsome, and smart!!!! I always look forward to seeing him every week after my aunt's work is over, even though we don't talk to each other. He just stays in his room and does his stuff.

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He viewed me as a younger sister or cousin. I see him every year when I go over to my aunt's place. His cousin had a crush on me, but I didn't really like him. Like, give me your older cousin instead.

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I don't really have a lot of memories with him, but he's my childhood crush who is a lot older than me.

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘

Characters: Mikey, Mitsuya, Hakkai, and Baji.

ꪑ꠸ᛕꫀꪗ

Childhood friends to lovers

✿ I think this trope fits your relationship with him. It's not like he'll suddenly have a romantic interest in you until he knows you long enough.

✿ He doesn't open up easily to new people, so I think he might like a partner who knows him very well instead of just rushing into it. Like, you need to know his family and him as a person until he acknowledges his feelings.

ꪑ꠸ꪻᦓꪊꪗꪖ

Best friends to lovers

✿ I can just see him slowly falling in love with you. just like how Katniss fell for Peeta. It wasn't immediate, like love at first sight, but slowly getting to know each other and just feeling like, "Yeah, I love this person."

✿ He was probably interested in you at the beginning, and vice versa. There's a lot of tension going on here and teasing. HAHSHA Y'all probably act like a couple but are friends.

ꫝꪖᛕᛕꪖ꠸

Sister's friend to friends to lovers

✿ So, yeah, you were Yuzuha's friend, and she introduced you to her brother in hopes of becoming his friend.

✿ The plan worked, and Hakkai always anticipates your presence when you're coming over. I just think that he trusts his sister, and when he knew you as a person, he just felt like he could trust you. I don't know how to describe it, but I think he knows that you're his safe place.

✿ It took a while for him to talk to you and get to know you. However, you were patient and enjoyed his company.

𝐵𝒶𝒿𝒾

Grumpy x sunshine

✿ They can also be enemies because of his personality. Don't tell me that a few people don't like him. But, yeah, you're the sunshine and you're always there for him.

✿ He loves how you don't even do anything but it cheers him up. He loves how adorable you look and how you always manage to be kind to people.

✿ He thinks it's a bit unnecessary to be kind to rude people.

Call signs

Ft: Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Hanma, and Draken

‣ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ

✦ He uses a lot of names for you, but he often uses your name. On certain occasions, if he's more clingy than usual, he'll call you babe or my love.

"Come on, Mikey, you'll be late for your meeting."

"Babe, they can wait! I just want my cuddles. "

‣ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ

✦ He prefers to use your name. He does, however, use the words baby, love, and angel on occasion. He just thinks your name is a lot prettier than these call signs. He enjoys seeing your eyes light up whenever he calls you an angel.

"Eyes up here, Angel."

"You cannot blame me for getting distracted by your biceps, Draken."

‣ ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ

✦ He uses my love and babe ALL THE TIME. He only uses your name if he'll tell you something serious and he needs your full attention. He accidentally called you bro once, and you always bring it up to fluster him.

"It was one time!"

"Yeah, whatever bro."

‣ ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ Yup, this man always calls you darling or my beloved. He loves watching you become flustered whenever he calls you that. He uses your name when you two are in a public place, since he's not too big on PDA.

"You look so beautiful like this, darling."

"You're the prettier one here, Takashi."

‣ ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ

✦ He uses baby girl as an inside joke between you two. He'll just call you that just to piss you off. On a serious note, he calls you angel or baby when he feels like it.

"Where are you going, baby girl?"

"Can you please stop calling me that?"

“Takashi?”

“Yes?”

“You’ve read the latest chapter of my book, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you, by any chance, remember anything from it?” You sniffle.

Mitsuya halts the balance wheel with a jerk of his hand, his foot freezing under the table at the same time. Did he hear that right? Did your voice quaver slightly and crack in the middle of that sentence? And did you just sniffle? He leans away from his sewing machine, the half-finished dress laying forgotten, and looks to you standing just outside of his work room as if hesitant to come in and his lips are immediately being pulled into a frown: your eyes are tinted scarlet and puffy as if you’ve just been crying, and, when he inspects closer, appear misty; your bottom lip is tucked in to stop it from quivering but Mitsuya still notices, and your fingers ruthlessly plucking the skin around your nails, a habit Mitsuya has come to know comes as naturally to you as breathing yet it seems to intensify when you’re upset or nervous, peeling a layer of skin too deep that speckles of blood pours out.

Mitsuya also scans you up and down, the messy attire you’re wearing isn’t anything new or unusual but there’s a bit of a dark spot near the hems of your shirt that wasn’t there in the morning. He’s sure because the shirt is his, and he was wearing it in the morning and he’s certain he hasn’t spilled any liquid on himself.

All of the evidence piles up to form an image in his mind that he doesn’t like.

When his steady gaze is back to your face, you cower under it, stuttering out an apology for disturbing him and taking a step to go back to your room. But Mitsuya calls for you to wait and you hesitantly do so. a foot ahead of the other.

Mitsuya stands up, swiftly crosses the room and wraps his arms around your stiffen form. “What happened?” he murmurs atop your head. “Tell me and I’ll help you. Unless you just want to vent, in that case, I’ll always listen. So, what happened?”

Silence envelops the room as he waits until you relax in his arms. It takes a while but Mitsuya is patient with you, whispered assurances falling from his lips that you can take your time and that he’ll always be here for you, and rocking you back and forth in a comforting rhythm. When he suddenly feels the bottom of his shirt being pulled, he knows it’s your desperate fingers curling into it as if to urge him closer into you. When you sag your shoulders and your body slowly melds into his and plant your face in his chest, Mitsuya tightens his hold on you.

“My laptop froze while I was writing.” You breath out against Mitsuya’s chest in a wavering voice. “I waited for it to work again and when it came back the last ten pages of my writing suddenly disappeared.”

Mitsuya purses his lips: you had worked a full one and a half month on that chapter, spent countless nights typing away at your laptop even though you had school the next day, researching whatever need be and asking questions to various people for their opinions on a topic or the chapter, including Mitsuya. You had even persevered through a writer’s block for that chapter. Mitsuya recalls a few days back when you jumped up and down in excitement because you had finished writing a particular difficult scene and could now move on to a much easier part. He knows how hard you worked for it and he hates that the universe could ever be this cruel to you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers helplessly, breath fanning across your forehead and you let out a hiccup, burrowing deeper in his chest and concealing your face from his eyes.

He doesn’t flinch or pull away when he feels a wet patch beginning to form on his shirt, sticking against his warm skin. Nor does he squirm at the thought that he might have some snot on his shirt after this – he’s had far worse things on him. He doesn’t try anything; he simply lets it be, lets you cry your frustrations out and maffle about how unfair it is.

He wishes he could do something but he’s no expert when it comes to technology. He could barely figure out how to take a screenshot on his Samsung phone; he’d be hopeless with a malfunctioning laptop. And so, with a defeated sigh, he curses whichever god dares to pull a prank like this on you and expects to get away with it. But he can deal with that later. Right now, you need here and beside you is where he needs to be, comforting you and helping you.

Mitsuya softly calls your name. When you don’t respond, he lets you indulge in the embrace a few moments before gently pulling away. Your head remains down-casted, hands coming up to hastily erase any evidence of your breakdown, apologizing again for taking too much of his time just for a mess like you.

He frowns. Your name rolls off his tongue with a light yet stern tinge in his tone. “Don’t say that.” He is quick to halt your wrist and stop yourself before you potentially poke your eye. His other hand comes to swipe some hair pasted to your cheek behind your ear, then his palm gently cradles your face. “It’s okay if you take my time. It’s okay if you’re a mess. I don’t mind, I genuinely don’t. And if you need help, I’m more than happy to assist you. Do you understand?”

Your eyes widen for a second, a glazed disbelief reflecting back at Mitsuya but then it’s gone, vanished. And in its place, a brightness shines through in those eyes, the same one that Mitsuya took note of the first time you met and thought were beautiful and one that never fails to calm his heart every time he sinks into the depths of them. There’s a small bob of your head and Mitsuya knows he’s gained your trust and silently vows to never break it.

“Thanks, Takashi.” Your voice is hoarse but it sounds sweet to him anyway. When the corner of your lips curve upwards, a shy tilt, Mitsuya has to stop himself from leaning in and stealing them for a couple of minutes.

Instead, he shows you a tender smile. “Come on, let’s get your laptop checked and buy ice-cream. Then we can slowly re-write those ten pages, okay? I suppose I can also allow you to stay up late tonight – only a lit bit.” He hurriedly adds when your eyes gleamed dangerously. “I’m dragging you to bed when the clock strikes one. You need your sleep.”

And he needs your cuddles.

You pout and are about to protest when Mitsuya leans down and captures your lips into a gentle kiss. Your lips are soft albeit cold but Mitsuya doesn’t mind; he can feel the previous wet trails of your tears on his cheek but Mitsuya doesn’t mind; he can taste the saltiness of your tears in his mouth but Mitsuya doesn’t mind. The only thing on his mind is the feel of your lips against his, how long he’s wanted it and how much longer he wants to have it on him. His hand is still on your cheek and when you both pull apart, heaving, you lean into his touch, sighing.

“Okay.” You huff out. “I’ll sleep at one.”

Mitsuya grins and leans down again, but this time, his forehead meets yours. “Good.” He whispers the word, staring into your eyes as deeply as possible. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything about it.”

“It’s okay.” You whisper back.

“And I’ll always be there for you, okay? We’ll go through life together.”

You sprout a tired but sincere smile when he presses his warm lips to your forehead. And in that little two second kiss which should have lasted one second, Mitsuya decides to pour in all of his promises that no words could truly emphasize into existence: to always make times for you; to always be there for you; to always lend you an ear, a shoulder, his chest, literally any part of his body for you comfort and assistance; to always help you when you need him; to always guide you when you seem lost; to protect you from the cruel gods above and the equally cruel humans below; to always make all of your needs and wants his first priority and lastly, to love and take care of you until his body fatigues and is unable to handle more and his lungs shrivel up like a deflated balloon and his arms are sore and the soles of his feet are pulsing.

Mitsuya promises to love and take care of you eternally because he drinks a lot of milk so he has strong bones. He won’t ever tire.

That’s also a promise.