Hey, I made that Yuuichi sketch-thing you reblogged.
First off, thank you <333
I made it a while ago cuz it's hard finding Tomodachi Game artwork or fan content (or at least for me lmao) so I decided to make one myself
I feel like Yuuichi would frustrate Light a lot, and that would be seriously an interesting interaction to see! For Yuuichi and him I feel like it would be like 2 cats fighting each other for their pride and fun, rather than L playing a cat to chase the mouse, Light (ik it's more complicated but that's it simplified). And also, I haven't finished the manga yet so I might be wrong, but Yuuichi has the ability to make general "friends" or alliances. Hence him taking all of the punishment for Kokorogi, and forming a bond with Tenji. It's not really friendship, but it's more than Light using and treating people like Takeda as his subjects
Again, haven't read the manga completely so I'm probably wrong. Just Yuuichi doesn't have a god complex while Light does. I think that played a huge part in Kira's demise. But idk who would actually win because of course they both have their flaws
Sorry lmao I just wanted to rant about this to someone :D
Have a great day <3
Hello <333 i really loved your yuuichi sketch i can finally say it directly to the artist aaa <33
I feel you, finding tomodachi game content is really hard without the anime on the air (i wouldn't know tho i entered the fandom like three weeks ago but you get what i mean jsjdj) so we keep the tag alive with asks.
But yeah totally!! They would be like two cats fighting for the best spot in the livingroom with the first rays of sun.
While Light is a great manipulator, Yuuichi is great at reading people...to manipulate them, so any attempt on lights side i feel would go like
Light: i'm going to use him against my enemies without him knowing
Yuuichi: lmao this guy wants to use me against his enemies. I'll play his game and see if he's of any use to me.
I just want to see how yuuichi gets on lights nerves with all the faces he has in his arsenal (insert cat meme). And you're so right, while Light uses people and never gets any further than that, yuuichi worries about his friends (his thoughts at the end of the second game is all i need), but he doesnt trust them anymore poor thing
On the other hand light could just go: damn it! He's using me. He thought i wouldn't notice? Haha loser now try to guess your heart condition in the next 40 seconds.
And so far (in the manga) yuuichi hasn't shown any sing of having a god complex, and its unlikely, hes very grounded in how he sees himself jsjdjd he really says yes im poor yes im a monster but those things are unrelated...kind of.
Anyway thank you for giving me the chance to talk about both of them ^-^. Have a great day too <333
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Take my hand (take my whole life too).
“I wanted to know if you were free to go on a date tomorrow. With me.”
A beat.
Silence takes over the two of you, and Draken still hasn't lifted his gaze from his feet. You blink, then "What?" you reply smartly. You must have heard him wrong, right?”
Warnings: rated M for suggestive mentions, (reader only thinking about it) but nothing explicit.
Genre: purely fluff. friends to lovers. pining after each other. confessions. first hand holding experience. idiots in love.
Word count: around 2400. enjoy!
It was nighttime in Tokyo.
A hot summer breeze was taking over the city, the calming sound of cicadas was ringing in your ears, though it may seem strange to hear them all the way up to the busy districts. They calm you as you slowly make your way down the street, even if you weren't particularly worried.
You arrive at the bike shop at the same time that Draken comes out of it, his strong pale hands stained with oil were carrying a bowl of freshly cut fruit. He looked good, his eyes were tired but they were still shining in the light of the sunset's pink and orange tint, and he looked good.
God, you were so, so, so in love with him.
But what then catched your attention was the clothes your friend was wearing– or rather, the lack of them.
You mutter a quick thanks as you take the bowl from him, looking down and picking between the pieces of red and green apples to avoid staring at his sweat cladded chest. Huge chest. Muscular chest. Huge and muscular chest, you found yourself jealous of the sweat latching onto his broad shoulders, gently dropping down to his pretty collarbones, as if caressing them. Like it was mocking you for not being able to do it yourself.
Great. Now you were thinking about it.
You manage to look away, even if it took all of your self restraint to do so. Maybe, if you had stared a little bit longer, you would have noticed the embarrassed smile enhancing Draken's handsome face. "Isn't it closing time?"
Draken gives the old clock on the wall a quick glance, its angry red numbers reading 19:53. He sighs. "Yeah, it would be if only my shitty client didn't ask for his bike to be fixed by today."
You curiously tilt your head to your side. He tries not to let it get to him. "He didn't tell you about the deadline beforehand?"
"He came by today morning, saying he needed it to be done by today but no other shops were taking him," he sighs, again, putting his hands in his jean's front pockets. It's the black pair, the same one Draken has been loving for longer than 3 years now, the one that's ripped more than a few times on the right side of his crotch. Mitsuya had to sew them up more than a few times already, the last time in Luna's presence. Guys nowadays want to keep some things to themselves, you know, she innocently commented. You had laughed so hard you had to leave the room, and Draken won't dare to ask him for help again. "I told him there was a reason why no one did, the bike was in a pretty bad state, but he told me he could pay in advance and in cash, so I figured why not. I canceled the other fixes and just got on his case."
You frown at that, handing the fruits back to him and leaning against the garage. The wind was slowly growing colder as the night approaches, and you wonder if Draken's feeling the cooling breeze or if he'll catch something dressed (underdressed) like that.
Draken wasn't the type of guy to do something he didn't want to for money. And even if he lived for bikes, for finding out why they were broken and driven by a stubborn motivation to fix them, you could tell this one was tiring him out. "Is there any reason you took on his offer?"
His head hung low at your words, but not before you could catch a growing pink color softly making its way to his cheeks- was that a blush?- and he stumbles a bit on his feet, shrugging it off. "I wanted to buy something and he gave me the amount that I needed left."
You hum at that. He was definitely not telling you the whole truth, but you let it slide. Before you can answer him, his phone rings with two new messages, and you recognize Inui's personalized tone.
You don't mind, telling him it's okay to pick up and instead, taking the new opportunity to stare as respectfully as you can at his bare body. Draken pretends he doesn't notice.
[21/9 19:59] Inupi: Hey.
[21/9 20:00] Inupi: Found any time to buy the jacket yet?
His eyes widen at the message, but he immediately returns to his default stoic face expression when you take a quick glance at him.
[21/9 20:00] Draken-kun: no, not yet
[21/9 20:00] Inupi: Is she there already?
[21/9 20:01] Inupi: Have you finished the job yet?
[21/9 20:01] Inupi: Do you want me to buy it for you?
Draken smiled at the messages, finding his friend surprisingly sweet and supportive. You suspiciously stare at him. You know it's only Inui on the phone, so why is he smiling like that?
[21/9 20:01] Draken-kun: yes. no. no. thanks though. i'll call u if i need anything
"Are you close to being done with it?" you ask him, trying to regain his attention.
He notices, naturally, and decides to be difficult. He purposely denies you of his attention and pretends to focus on his phone, staring at the Okay. his friend just texted him. You pout. "Mmhm, maybe another couple hours or so. You getting tired of me already?"
You chuckle at that. As if. "Nah, not yet. You promised to buy me pizza today and I'm not leaving without it."
Putting his phone back in his pocket, he playfully squints at you. "You're barely digesting my fruit, and now you're not only demanding more food but you're asking me to buy it. Is this what I became to you?"
You snort. "You promised. And what can I say? I'm pretty high maintenance."
Draken’s amused, a fond smile making its way to his face. "Yeah, I would know."
"Oh, please, don't act like you hate it." You mirror his smile, your own more gentle and less teasing. "You know food tastes better when you're eating with people."
He hums in agreement. "You're not wrong, I do feel better when I'm eating with you."
He says it with such a sense of familiarity that it almost has you dropping to your knees in front of him. You don't answer, can't trust yourself not to make it weird with your stupid mushy feelings, so instead you choose to take a look outside.
The darkness of the night has already surrounded you both, the sound of cicadas no longer a constant now and more like a faint background sound. There were dimly lit stars starting to show up in the sky, which was definitely not usual for nights in Tokyo, but it seemed like something about tonight was different.
You wonder how different it would be if you felt Draken's warm hands entangled with your own, swinging back and forth with your head resting on his chest. His heart would beat loudly at your closeness, erratic sounds of thump thump thump, and you would tease him for it even if your own heart was beating louder, stronger. Can two lovers look at the night sky in a different light, just like all those romance books had said?
The sound of his voice takes you out of your daydreaming. "Uh, what are you doing this weekend?"
Once his words fall upon you, you force your heart to slow down at the implication of his sudden question. You swear every minute spent with him has shortened your lifespan. You can’t help but think if this was anyone else, you'll say he was about to ask you out.
But this is Draken, and you know all about his past and his hurting, so you try to think of the question in a friendly way, the only way he surely sees it. "Today's Saturday," you glance at him, even if his eyes were now trained on the floor. You were already supposed to get dinner tonight, and you suppress the thought of him wanting to see you again tomorrow already, like a b-word would. You shake your head, not daring to let the thought carve deeper inside your brain. "Do you mean tomorrow, or are you asking me to go somewhere after dinner?"
He hesitantly smiles, and nervousness sounds uncanny for a guy like him, so you start to feel a bit anxious too. "I wanted to know if you were free to go out on a date tomorrow. With me."
A beat.
Silence takes over the two of you, and Draken still hasn't lifted his gaze from his feet.
You blink, then "What?" you reply smartly.
He rolls his eyes, frustrated, his stare now boring into yours with an intensity you haven't seen on him before, and you could sense the atmosphere turn awkward. It's the type of silence you watch in rom-com movies after an unrequited love confession, and it's dumb because this is not a confession and even if it was, it could never be one sided– the ridiculous amount of emotions you had for the man standing in front of you proves it. But then he says it, "I'm asking you to go on a date with me tomorrow."
You gasp, and consequently, choke.
On air, visibly shocked at his words, and maybe that was the wrong thing to do because you see him stiffen at your response, as he nervously continues, "I have a gift for you." and immediately scrunches up his face afterwards, like he just said something wrong. Like he just screwed it.
You think you're about to go into cardiac arrest right now with how hard your heart dropped to your feet, so harsh you feel it on your toes, and you can't help but plain out stare at him.
Him. The guy you've been pining after for all these years– Draken, the strongest best friend, his friend's heart and pillar– the one that kept them stuck together, he was the embodiment of immovable object meets unstoppable force in a battle. That same strong and feared Draken was now standing in front of you looking like an expectant child, seemingly thrown off balance with his trembling eyes and burning red cheeks, even if the temperature of the night dropped low enough that he needed to put on a shirt. God, he needed to put on a shirt.
It was astonishingly normal, how much he looked like a boy right now. He looked like Ryuuguji Ken, even all out of his element shining in a timid light, he was beautiful. You couldn't take your eyes off him.
But Draken's not a writer nor a poet, and he reckons his strength doesn't lie on his words– to describe his feelings out loud, he uses his body. Whether it was protective fists thrown at someone's face and standing up for his friends, or a comforting hug to a hurting loving one, he was a man of action. So for him to pour his feelings out in the open for you to choose what to do with them, was scary.
But he didn't take his words back, and he didn't try to make a joke of it all, even in the face of possible rejection – that was something he learned from Takemichi. Taking every fight with your head held high and standing to your feet when you get knocked down. So withholding his breath, he waited for whatever you were going to throw at him, whether it was a brutal punch to the gut or a loving hold on his heart.
The need to hug him was increasingly becoming overwhealming. You wanted to hold him tight to your chest, to cry out of joy and yell at him all the same for thinking even for a second that you didn’t feel the same.
You needed to answer him. The silence is deafening now, and his eyes are starting to close up on you, and you can’t blame him– but you can't let that happen either. So taking a shaky breath, you grab his hand, gently intertwining your fingers together.
He seems hesitant still, eyeing your face like he's trying to read what's going on inside your mind, but his eyes don't seem empty anymore and he is not moving away from your touch.
You bite your lip, searching his face for any type of regret, and when you can't find it, you decide to take your chances. With a slowly growing smile and confidence, you let him in. "Do you like me, Draken? The way you would like a girlfriend?"
Draken lets out a breath big enough you can see his chest deflating. "Yes."
"Okay. Straightfoward, okay." Taking a big breath (focusing on inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling), you pull his other hand out of his pocket and squeeze both of them in your sweaty palms. "I like you too. I would love to go on a date with you.”
You look at him, eyes glistening with a shine brighter than of all the stars tonight together, and you wait.
He stills for a bit. Distant in the back of the shop, a cricket must have crawled it's way inside filling the silence with its singing. The clock never stops ticking, even if time seems to stop right at this moment. But all you can notice right now is DrakenDrakenDraken, wearing the most dazzling smile you've ever seen on him. "Dumbass, you scared me for a second."
He tries to hold onto his beaming smile, and granted, fails miserably. He's never been one to hide what his body feels, anyway. He looks exactly like he feels, like the weight of the world is off his shoulders, and he's so handsome, you want to kiss him so badly. You don't even try to hide your giggles, knowing you must look ridiculous but feeling light and happy at a thought, he’s yours to kiss all you want, now.
You impulsively lean up and he follows you, bending down low enough so you could kiss his cheek, hot to the touch in a way only you're allowed to feel now. As you pull away, happy feet rocking back and forth under you and a very happy giant staring you down, you decide to tease him (and receive a small roll of his eyes in return). "I still want you to buy me pizza tonight, though."
"Of course."
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Later that night, when he takes you home and drops you off with a kiss to your forehead ("you can kiss me in the mouth now, you know." "i know. but no kissing on the first date." "this isn't even our first date!" "all the more reason to say no."), he goes straight to the store where they have the black and white jacket you've been eyeing for a while now, one that coincidentally matches his own, and buys it. He gives you the gift with a pretty bow the next day, you couldn't hold your tongue in anymore and straightly told him you were in love with him. It's safe to say he suddenly had a change of heart about kissing (and doing other things) on the first date. You think it’s a good thing this was his last first one.
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