#at some point he just ended up with Ichimatsu energy

[thefluffmother]

I need to ask what’s with Roxas’ face? Like he always looks like he’s tired or disinterested. Not trying to criticize it’s just funny and I’m curious to know why he has those eyes more often than not in your art.

helps him separate from Ven and I just think it’s funny/somewhat fitting to draw

#at some point he just ended up with Ichimatsu energy #was a thing that just happened #ig it just aligned with my vague HC of him #keeperofhounds

[whumpmatsus]

tw // noises , loud noises : osomatsu afraid of an emergency alert system test

I went ahead and made it an actual emergency alert, because rainy days and Mondays and whatnot-

also it's worth noting I did look up Japan's emergency alert system, but I have no idea how J-Alert actually functions, I've just kind of assumed it's similar to the system that's in place where I live XD

Osomatsu, you've got some top-notch little brothers there!!

it's technically Allmatsu but like... big Sokudomatsu vibes tho :D

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All things considered, a few days of bad weather keeping all the sextuplets cooped up in the house pretty much guarantees that they’re all going to be on edge.

They’re occasionally two seconds away from being at each other’s throats anyway, with all the challenges of being a big family in a small house. When the skies darken and open up with rain, though, it all becomes that much worse.

It means Ichimatsu can’t venture out to feed the stray cats, because being out in the cold rain for so long will probably lead to him getting sick. The comfort and stress relief that Karamatsu finds in playing guitar on the roof is vanished into thin air. Everyone has to keep Jyushimatsu from going outside since he’s half determined to play baseball even when it’s pouring. Choromatsu can’t hit the streets in search of a job or anything; too much chance of getting caught in a torrential downpour far from home. That’s also the reason Totty can’t make any plans with his friends, and counts his blessings that he doesn’t have any work shifts during these days.

All things being equal, Osomatsu is almost certainly the most laidback of their little group. Big brother tries his best to find solutions to keep all of them distracted, such as playing games or helping everyone settle on what TV show they should watch. Even though there are other places he’d rather be right now ― like the races or pachinko or maybe somewhere trying to pick up girls ― he can acknowledge that it’s kind of nice to spend time with his brothers when they can’t go outside.

The rain’s been coming down steadily today, a constant pattering that’s rhythmic and borderline soothing. It’s already put Ichimatsu and Totty to sleep, the two of them curled up under a blanket together. Before they fell asleep, Totty said something about the storm being “free ASMR”, whatever that means, and Ichimatsu mumbled an agreement as they cuddled in against each other.

To be completely honest, the energy in the house in general is pretty low. That might be best for a stormy day. Everyone can chill out and recharge their energy.

For the most part, Osomatsu is playing at being as responsible as he can handle today; gathering snacks, making tea, keeping kerosene in the heater so nobody gets too cold. Now that Totty and Ichimatsu are down for the count, everyone else is starting to get sleepy. Which, of course, means it’s time for a collective nap.

He takes a look around the room as he settles in on the couch himself. There’s Ichimatsu and Totty under their single blanket, seeming to be getting along just fine to share it. Choromatsu and Karamatsu are nuzzled against each other with their legs under the kotatsu, with Choromatsu’s head resting on Karamatsu’s shoulder and Karamatsu’s head resting on top of Choromatsu’s. And Jyushimatsu is… huddled up in a few blankets near the couch. For all intents and purposes, sleep has apparently claimed him, too.

Well, that’s good. Now that he’s made sure all his little brothers are comfortable, Osomatsu can doze off himself.

There’s a leftover blanket folded up at the end of the couch, so he pulls it up around himself and lies down with his head propped against one of the arms of the couch. He’d certainly like to be nestled up with one of the others, but he’s not gonna disturb them for that. They’re all in their own pairs, save for Jyushimatsu, and he’s not going to make the second youngest clamber up onto the couch just because Osomatsu wants some physical contact.

Besides, he can get that later if he wants. It’s going to be chilly and dreary all day, so more snuggles are inevitable. If he gets lucky, everyone will gravitate to one big cuddle puddle after dinner.

So he does his best to relax on the couch. He closes his eyes and tries to slow his breathing down a bit. The rain continues to pound in sheets against the window, and in heavy drops against the roof. There’s the soft rumbling of thunder that’s begun in the background, so low and powerful he can feel it. Somehow, it’s a comfort, something that whispers to him that he can go to sleep now.

Surrounded by his brothers and the lullaby of the storm outside, it’s easy to drift off.

Osomatsu is nearly sunk down into the beginnings of a deep sleep when suddenly, a blaring alarm goes off. And it’s not just one ― it sounds like several firing off in perfect, irritating harmony.

He can’t explain why he has the reaction he does. All he knows is that the abrupt, loud, obnoxious noise cuts through everything else and seems to hit the panic button in his head. A terrified yell rips itself from his throat, and he’s bolt upright. Then he’s on the floor, rolled onto Jyushimatsu and waking his younger brother up.

“HOLY MOLY!” And as soon as Jyushimatsu shouts, it’s enough to wake everyone else up. How anybody could sleep through that siren is beyond Osomatsu, though he’s pretty sure if anyone could, Jyushimatsu could. “Osomatsu-nii-san! You’re on top of me! What the heck is that?! Are we late for school???”

Totty groans as he’s woken up in the rudest way possible. “We’re too old for school, Jyushimatsu-nii-san. We’re adults.” He pulls his phone out, and his other hand reaches to pat Ichimatsu on the head. “Aaahnnmmm… it’s a weather alert.”

“Severe thunderstorm warning,” Choromatsu groans, having turned to glance at the TV. “Looks like it’s only gonna last till like 7 P.M., though.”

Karamatsu yawns and rubs at his eyes. “Should we get supplies together in case the power goes out?”

“The rest of you dumbasses can do that,” Ichimatsu huffs. “I’m not moving. As soon as the alerts stop making that shitty noise, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Well, I guess it falls to the three oldest, then.” Choromatsu stretches, giving a quiet, “Oof” when something in his back pops. “Osomatsu, do you wanna come help us… uh… Osomatsu?”

Strangely enough, the eldest brother is still incapacitated from the unexpected sounds, curled into a ball with his hands pressed over his ears. There might even be tears in his eyes, if one’s looking close enough.

Jyushimatsu runs a gentle hand, (or sleeve, as it were), over his big brother’s head, seeing as he’s the closest one. “I think something’s wrong with Osomatsu-nii-san. He’s all shivery and breathing funny.”

That’s really all it takes for Choromatsu to be over lightning-fast, knelt down next to the eldest. “Osomatsu? Osomatsu-nii-san, are you okay?” He frowns and tentatively tugs one of Osomatsu’s hands away from his ear. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Th… the noise…” His hand is trembling in his younger brother’s grip, tears welling up in his eyes. It still feels like his heart is trying to hammer its way out of his chest completely. He can’t really get a good breath in.

Choromatsu’s brow furrows and he looks back toward the TV, which Karamatsu scrambles to turn off in case it’s the prolonged sound causing the problem. “Did you… ahah… it startled you, right? I think it startled all of us…”

Ichimatsu pushes himself up a bit so he can turn his attention to his older brothers. “Looks like it did more than startle him. He’s about to jump out of his skin.”

“Ah…” Choromatsu quickly gathers Osomatsu into his arms, and is surprised with the fervor with which the eldest clings to him. It reminds them both of… being kids. “H-hey, Osomatsu-nii-san… it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s over now. Can you, um, try to follow my pattern of breathing here? That might help you calm down.”

Osomatsu nods and does his best, mirroring the way Choromatsu inhales for four seconds, holds the breath for seven, and exhales for eight. It takes several cycles, a few minutes’ worth of this, before he can feel himself starting to be a little less shaky. His heart is still pounding, but not as fast as it was a moment ago.

Choromatsu holds him carefully, rubbing Osomatsu’s back, until he can feel the tension beginning to fade from his brother’s muscles. That was… weird. It’s not like Osomatsu to get so anxious, especially not to the point that he’s crying. “There… is it better now?”

“Y… yeah…” Osomatsu raises a hand in an attempt to scrub the tears away. Man… how embarrassing. He’s the oldest and he’s over here acting like a baby because of a stupid weather alert. “Sorry… I, uh, don’t know where that came from, haha.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Neither of them make any move to get out of the position for a minute, then Choromatsu gradually pulls away once he can’t hear his older brother’s heart beating like a gong. “You… good?”

“Yeah… yeah, I think so.”

Ichimatsu stretches his arms above his head. “Damn. I guess we’re all awake. I hate those alert things… remember that one night when we were kids, and it came on just as we were getting ready for bed?”

Totty laughs, rolling over and propping his face up against one arm. “Yeah, I remember Choromatsu told me they were warning us a big storm was gonna come and wash all the baby brothers out to sea.”

“A-ah…” Choromatsu’s face goes red in an instant. He was such a little bastard as a child. “I’m sorry about that, Totty!”

He waves a hand. “Nah, it’s okay! ‘Cause remember what we did next?”

“Ah… I remember!” Karamatsu grins. “We all said we wouldn’t let the storm get you, and we wrapped you up in blankets and stood guard the whole night.”

“Until we fell asleep,” Jyushimatsu giggles. “I remember panicking when we woke up, but then we all high-fived each other when we saw Totty was still there in the morning!”

“W-we could do that again,” Choromatsu suggests, stealing a peek at their eldest who still appears to be tired. “Except this time…”

Totty’s up in a second. “Ooh, yeah!! Let’s cocoon Osomatsu-nii-san so the big, bad weather alerts can’t hurt him!”

Osomatsu feels like he should be having the hairs on the back of his neck stand up right about now. Instead, he feels sort of warm in a good way when everyone starts to wrap blankets around him. “Geez… you guys don’t need to do all this shit…”

“Well, no, but it’ll be fun.” Choromatsu gives him a smile and nestles in against his older brother’s side. “I’ll take first watch.”

Osomatsu snorts, but lets his head fall on top of Choromatsu’s anyway.

“Man… you guys are lame.”

Thank God for that, though.

#loud noise tw #Osomatsu san #whump #Sokudomatsu #Allmatsu #Osomatsu #anxiety #hurt/comfort #LOOK AT THESE GOOD BOYS #TAKING CARE OF THEIR BIG DUMB LEADER #WARMS MY COCKLES LEMME TELL YA

[mffgh]

an interview with takahiro sakurai about the movie. translation from @sakiamiya on twitter, from animage magazine.

What did you feel when you first heard a movie is being made? Honestly, it will be better to make comments like, I was surprised, or, I was happy here, I would think. But those weren’t my feelings and rather it was, I won’t put it past them to make one (laughs). This series stirred up this much energy and excitement, and I had already heard from Director Fujita Yoichi and Script Writer Matsubara Shuu-san before that they wanted to try making a long skit. That’s why I thought, “To think they actually went and did it …”

That being said, I couldn’t imagine what kind of story it will be.

If they lined up short stories like the TV anime and then end it with a BOOM! explosion and the words “the end,” the movie will still flow and end properly since it is that kind of show. However, in my opinion, since it will be a film adaptation, I thought I’ll prefer it if it was a dramatic story instead. I believed the movie would be more or less “going all out” with what they have. So it would be nice if they make the story while being conscious of this adaptation being a movie.

And that’s when it became a movie adaptation with that kind of feel.

What did you feel when you received the script and learnt of the contents? It came out with a “good feeling” to it. Not “deeply moving” or “shocking,” but “good feeling.” The Osomatsu-san-like feeling the series has built up until now is properly mixed in, with a bit of fantasy and just a little bit of deep story. It is also a story where you can see the subtleties of the sextuplets’ hearts and how they grew up.

The story is about the sextuplets meeting their eighteen year old selves in the past, right? With a timeslip-like mechanism, you trace back your memories and end up meeting yourself who is still growing—this kind of drama that touches the soft parts of your heart is something I like a lot. I also think it is a movie-like thing too. However, the recording was a lot of work. We have to do both our past and present selves, so, huh? Isn’t this double the workload? Script Writer Matsubara Shuu also said, “You’re right, you have to do it twice,” and apologized (laughs).

What was your impression when you saw the eighteen year old version of the sextuplets? Everyone changed in a way I couldn’t imagine from their present selves. Jyushimatsu is really delinquent, and there are some whose characters have become complete opposites.

There is a huge gap between past Karamatsu and present-sunglasses-wearing-Karamatsu. As for Todomatsu, his youngest feel became even stronger and he’s like a cute girl, which irritated me (laughs). Ichimatsu is pretty much like a normal high school student. However, while there is a gap between him and his present self, you can already see the signs of the soon-to-come “darkness” … is what I feel.

And the one who made the most impact on me, personally, was Choromatsu. He consciously acts as an “honor student” in his own way, but his acting is bad to the point of being really annoying. No matter how many times I watch, it is funny (laughs). Kamiya-kun has done a wonderful, full 100 out of 100 job. These gaps are rather important points in this story.

To begin with, in “Osomatsu-kun”, everyone had the same face and personality and was fun to watch. These sextuplets would then, due to certain chance, try to find themselves in an extremely clumsy manner. That is the sort of impression I got from the eighteen year old sextuplets.

It then turns to “Osomatsu-san” where each and every one of them was given personalities, roles, and unique characteristics. While the sextuplets are shitty NEETs, they can’t be hated and are very human—that’s how the fans see them, and we do too. However, when you unravel the past, you will see the sextuplets had their own mental conflicts until present time. This is how the story of the movie is drawn, to unfold this drama … is the feeling I received.

However … Osomatsu is the only one who hasn’t changed though (laughs). Well, Osomatsu has been put in the position of, You’re the only one who hasn’t changed at all!!

In that case, have you changed your acting between eighteen year old Osomatsu and present Osomatsu? I tried in my own way to be creative, but I also did it while thinking, it doesn’t have to convey (laughs). Two, three years when you’re an adult doesn’t amount to much change. However, for you when you’re still in your teens, isn’t it much more dramatic?

With that in mind, I did try to separate the younger Osomatsu and the later Osomatsu, and come to grips with them, but … They will probably feel the same (laughs).

Please tell us the scenes you liked without giving any spoilers. Let’s see … The present sextuplets who became NEETs will appear in front of their eighteen year old selves. However, the way they appeared is really, really stupid, the worst, and wonderful. The adult sextuplets will also go to disguise themselves with extraordinary choices. Those disguises are why did you choose that?! in the “those disguises are horrible” way (laughs). However, you could feel that it is sextuplet-like, and there’s a strange touching-ness to it.

At times there are really stupid scenes that pop up again and again, like they’re trying to hide their embarrassment. “If you cut these scenes, the movie will become a good, more mature one, you know”—such elements are purposely piled in, which leads to a, “Well, we aren’t really like that,” feeling (laughs). I thought this balance was really good.

Like I said in the beginning, there is a dramatic feel to it from being conscious that this is a theatrical movie adaptation. There is a little bit of bitterness. I think the story is rather moving, or rather, it can make you feel I watched something good. However, even then, the sextuplets are the same as always; the flavor of Osomatsu-san hasn’t been lost. I believe it is because of this series’ power which has been building continuously from the TV anime and Director Fujita’s sense.

Please go and have a taste of the Osomatsu-san that has become movie-like.

#osomatsu #osomatsu san #ososan #eiga no osomatsu san #osomatsu san the movie #i transcribed this .... for no reason other than i'm insane <3 #it didn't take me too long but i did rephrase some stuff because my brain kinda automatically rephrased them but like it's 95% just #1 to 1 transcription of the translations from twitter #meta

[osomagine-san]

Matsu bro’s dealing with the death of their S/O? How would they cope?

Well, we already know that Osomatsu has some mild problems with dissociation. 

They probably skyrocket after his S/O dies-- they made him feel like he was a real person, not the “default” sextuplet. They helped him realize so many things about himself and grow, and he couldn’t picture himself without them. He jumps back and forth between going back to how he was before you-- nosing in on his brothers’ lives and trying to insert himself as much as possible-- and shutting himself alone in a room for days on end without contacting anyone.

It’s primarily Choromatsu and Todomatsu that help him snap out of it the most. Todomatsu has a no-nonsense and cutthroat approach, which forces Osomatsu to be honest while he talks about how alone he feels even in a room with his brothers, and how he hates that he’s gone back to who he was before without you, but he just doesn’t know how to act anymore, and he’s so tired. Choromatsu provides a surprising amount of emotional support, and lets his oldest brother cry a bit on his shoulder. He suggests that Osomatsu maybe see a therapist about this, and Todomatsu has the connections to set that up. 

He’d hurt a lot at first, but he’d eventually be okay. He probably wouldn’t seek out another proper S/O for at least a long time, but he has needs. He knows that you wouldn’t want it to hold him back forever, so he does his best not to let that happen.

Karamatsu is rather lost, but he’s quick to realize that he’s better for having known his S/O. He’s a bit more self-confident in a real way, embracing his dorkier side and using English half as a joke and half because he just likes it.

It’s hard at first, because he keeps reaching out for their hand only to find that they’re not there. He checks his voicemails, hoping that they’ll have called to explain why they aren’t around, but there’s nothing there. His brothers tread a little too lightly around him, and that upsets him, too. He just wants things to go back to normal, but “normal” is different. The change is hard, too.

He ends up mumbling to you under his breath every so often. When his brothers are rude to him, a small, “[S/O’s name], are you hearing this?” before he sticks up for himself. It’s really hard at first, but he can look back on the time they spent together and tell people (mainly Chibita, while drunk and rambling) how great his S/O was before they were taken from him.

It’s not very noticeable, at first, how Choromatsu grieves, but it soon becomes apparent that he’s a lot more particular. He keeps the house immaculate, cleaning over and over and over and never letting his mind rest for even a second. He somehow, finally, manages to land a job-- he isn’t coming off as over-eager because he’s trying not to let his mind wander.

It isn’t any particular moment that triggers the sudden breakdown in front of his brothers. They were just talking, and Choromatsu didn’t have enough to do with his hands while they did, but his face was suddenly wrinkled up with tears liberally pouring. He tries to apologize to his brothers, because of course he would only break down when all of them were present. Of course something like this couldn’t happen when he was alone, again, in bed, waiting to fall asleep.

“I feel like it’s my fault,” he cries. For not being there with them. For not knowing sooner. For making it to the hospital too late. Not saying goodbye; not being good enough, yet, for God to decide that he deserved someone like them, and taking them away to punish him. He can’t articulate this, because he knows it doesn’t make any logical sense-- but feelings don’t very often, do they?

A lot of the brothers breathe a sigh of relief when he starts to cry-- they were worried about him. They could all tell that he was bottling up his feelings, but they’re glad that he’s letting them out, now. They’re there for him. They’ll make fun of him a little bit, but when they do, he smiles a bit. That’s just how his brothers are.

It takes a while for Ichimatsu to be found after his S/O dies. He ran away from home, and lived on the streets with the alley cats for almost a month. He was bone-thin when he came home, with the darkest bags anyone had seen on him.

It was actually, surprisingly, Iyami that convinced him to go back home. There were a lot of motivations behind it, such as, as soon as Ichimatsu started living on the streets, a lot of the garbage food became much more scarce; and Ichimatsu was always so depressing-looking, it really brought down the already-sad vibe of underneath the bridge. Either way, the surprising wisdom that Iyami held came in the form of laughter.

“It’s my fault...” Ichimatsu had been saying, to finish up his story. “I should have been there... they were my S/O, and I couldn’t even...”

It was then that Iyami burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?!” Ichimatsu drew more into himself. He needed some sympathy, but he should have known better than to confide his truest feelings in someone like him...

“How could you possibly think that?!” Iyami responded. Tears poured from his eyes-- this was so funny to him. “How could you think that [S/O’s name]’s death was because you didn’t do something?!” He calmed himself down, wiping tears from his eyes, but couldn’t stop the occasional snicker. “How would you have known that would even have stopped it from happening? Karamatsu, you’re stupider than I thought.”

“I’m Ichimatsu.”

What a horrible way to phrase something like that, he thought. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Somehow, it was exactly what he needed to hear to face his family, again.

The next morning, the few things he’d had with him were packed away and gone.

It wasn’t the first time Jyushimatsu had lost a S/O, but by god, was it the worst. The sunshine boy had little sun left in him-- it had turned into a raging fire. His high school self would be envious.

Despite the newfound and juvenile anger he now held, he found that he no longer had an outlet for it. Everything reminded him of his S/O, and unfortunately, that included baseball. He spent his pent-up energy breaking things. It started small with glasses, plates, vases; Matsuyo chastised him for this, which only made him feel worse and angrier. He knocked them over onto the ground, like a cat, but sometimes when he just needed to feel something, he would use a little more force. Nothing particularly scary-- it became an annoyance after a while.

Of course, he would never hurt anybody. It came close, though, when he came into a confrontation with Choromatsu (who was sick and tired of checking the floor for glass shards before walking anywhere). Todomatsu stuck up for Choromatsu, saying that they wouldn’t take being bullied anymore. They all got it, he was upset, but the way he’d been handling it was totally unhealthy. He needed to get help or get out. A vase flew right past Todomatsu’s head, not because it had been thrown at him, but because it had been thrown at all. Todomatsu’s front came crumbling down, and he started crying.

“Get your shit together.” Choromatsu glowered, and the glare shot through Jyushimatsu.

That was when Jyushimatsu also started crying. He almost hurt someone-- he’d almost hurt his little brother! How could he do that? It was absolutely the first time he had ever come close to hurting someone, and he never, ever, ever, wanted it to happen again.

Totty muttered something snide about how crying wouldn’t get him out of this situation, but Matsuyo came running. She watched her baby boy, her happy Jyushimatsu, turn angry and act out. Hearing him cry triggered all of her motherly instincts and she held him tightly. She wouldn’t take his breaking things sitting down, but she knew why he was upset and didn’t know how to help him get better.

As a family, the eight of them sat down and talked about how they could better support Jyushimatsu during this difficult time. And slowly, Jyushimatsu got back to smiling and swinging his bat in the park again-- starting and ending with a few small words to honour you before getting to it.

[TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughts. Also I’m so sorry that this one is so much longer than the others-- my Todomatsu Boy is showing ;;]

Two-faced Todomatsu, on the outside, seemed like he refused to accept your death. When his brothers, or anyone, asked about his S/O, he pretended like he had no idea who they were talking about. Sometimes he’d let small things slip like, “They sound really cute... Maybe you’d set me up?”, but otherwise, radio silence from him about it. Even his sleep didn’t seem to be too disturbed.

The first hint to getting through to him about the incident was the fact that Choromatsu noticed that he was no longer being woken up at night to help Todomatsu to the bathroom. When Choromatsu brought it up, the other four said that they hadn’t been asked, either.

The second was that suddenly, Todomatsu was always on his phone, and never let his brothers peer over his shoulder. Him and Osomatsu used to often watch videos online, and that was a habit that Todomatsu not only cut out, but pretended as though it never happened in the first place.

The third was that he started leaving the house less and less. He stopped going to mixers with Atsushi (to the point he even came over to their house to see if he was alright), and gradually started doing less and less until he pretty much never left the house.

It went on for months like this. Soon, most dropped the idea that there was something wrong with Todomatsu. Other than those behaviours, he was acting totally normal, if not a little bit stir-crazy.

Osomatsu caught him one night, though. Todomatsu had tossed and turned a while in their futon, and eventually gave up sleeping and got up and went to the bathroom. Osomatsu hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, and suddenly remembered that Todomatsu used to always ask for help with that. He kind of assumed that he’d started holding it overnight, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

Osomatsu followed Todomatsu quietly, and leaned his ear up against the closed bathroom door.

“...[S/O’s name]?” A sniffle. “I hope your day was good. I didn’t leave the house, again. I... I know I should, I know you want me to, but I can’t, yet. I don’t know when I’ll be able to. I’m sorry.” His voice broke as he continued. “I miss you so much. I hope I get to see you again, soon. I’ve been thinking about it again... I don’t think I’ll do it, but who can tell the future?” A sob. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here. I wish we were together.” He cried for a while, to himself. Even Osomatsu felt like he was intruding. With a sniffle, Todomatsu finished. “...Okay, well... I won’t keep you any longer, tonight. Have a good sleep, wherever you are, okay? Goodnight. I love you.” Aishiteru.

Osomatsu should have left. He felt intensely like he should never have heard that, and he was aware that if even he knew that, then maybe all the more so. Todomatsu remained in the bathroom for a few more minutes-- Osomatsu heard the sink running a bit-- before he stepped out.

The eldest sextuplet had been frozen in place, so he was right up close to the door. The pair stared at each other for a long time.

“O-Osomatsu-niisan...” Todomatsu said quietly. His tone was indecipherable.

“Todomatsu.”

The pair of them didn’t speak, but moved silently together. Neither of them really knew what the other wanted, but they found themselves sitting on the roof, together.

Osomatsu didn’t quite know what to say. He wasn’t any good at this kind of thing... Literally any of their other brothers would be better off in this position, or would be able to say something helpful right then.

“Did you... How much did you hear?” Todomatsu finally asked. His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“All of it,” Osomatsu replied. Totty flinched back at that. “Or, um, none of it. I just had to take a dump.” 

Another silence passed between them. It was like the pair of them were sharing a mind, because they both were thinking, That was a stupid-ass thing to say.

The silence went on for so long, that eventually Todomatsu stood.

“We should get back inside before they notice,” he said. He grinned at his oldest brother the way he always does.

“Is that why we don’t watch together, anymore?” Osomatsu asked. This was probably his only shot at seeing Todomatsu so real, right now.

Todomatsu’s face fell, and he sat back down.

“You don’t... want me to see... the voicemails?” His voice comes and goes as he tries to puzzle it out.

“No, I just... I mean, yes, that’s part of it.” The wind blows through their hair. The night is completely quiet, as if it, too, was waiting for Todomatsu’s heart to pour. “I don’t want... to be seen. I don’t want you to see what I’m doing, or what I’m watching, or who I’m following or who’s following me. I just want something all to myself. I want me all to myself. Not that you could ever understand that.”

They talked for a while. Though his voice wavered, Todomatsu didn’t cry. The topic of conversation started at that night and ranged through the skies and the heavens before making its way back down to Earth. Todomatsu didn’t really say how he was feeling, but Osomatsu offered his ear if he ever needed to talk.

“And I mean it,” he said, “say the word and I’m there. I’ll lose one hundred thousand dollars at pachinko if you need me.”

“No, don’t do that!” Todomatsu shoved him playfully. “If you’ve got that much money in pachinko, I can wait!”

“Nope, if you need me, I can be drowning in the middle of the ocean, but if you need me, I’ll cut that shit right out and I will be there.”

“You’re so mushy tonight, Osomatsu-niisan!” Todomatsu laughed, something real that he hadn’t heard in a while.

“So are you!”

They laughed a bit, together.

“But seriously. If you need me, I’m there. This is not a request. Got it?”

Todomatsu laughed a bit. “Got it.”

#Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Todomatsu #Osomatsu-san #Ososan #Osomatsu-san imagine #Imagine #Imagines #Angst #Sad #Death #TW Death #TW Suicidal thoughts #Okay ngl I would make a whole fic out of Totty's #Like a whole ass 5000-word fic #I'd post it on AO3 and I think I probably will end up doing that #But if you want to see it please ask me because that will only make it more likely that I do #I need Attention in order to do anything

[devillexi]

How about matsus with a tall, shy s/o? When they are feeling especially shy, like when meeting matsus friends, parents, brothers etc they try to hide behind their matsu but because s/o is so tall they have to hunch over to hide themselves. (I'm not tall myself I just think the visual is really cute.)

((Omg I find this adorable, too. Like the matsus are 5 foot something and if their s/o was fucking close to 6 feet tall, dear jesus, not only would it be hilarious but it would be so cute. Absolute bonus points if they can lift the matsus!))

Osomatsu:

He would try to bring you out of your shell, but he wouldn't ever be overly pushy. Like if you have boundaries, he knows them. He finds it incredibly cute when you try to hide behind him when he's so much shorter than you. Of course, he'll check with you if you're okay or comfortable meeting his peeps. Letting you know if it gets too much, he can cut the meeting short so you guys can go home.

Karamatsu:

He finds your shyness so adorable. You're like his tall shy angel. Forgive him when he laughs when you hide behind him and have to shrink yourself to not be seen from his short stature. You remind him of one of his friends' baby brother who would do the same thing when he was first introduced to him.

Choromatsu:

My dude has anxiety so he totally gets it. There has been plenty of times where he wished the world would open up and swallow him when he had to do things that made his uncomfortableness skyrocket along with his social anxiety. Plus when you're uncomfortable doing a thing, he suddenly has the courage to do the thing. But he does try to help you overcome your anxiety and his own.

Ichimatsu:

When alone, you're the most confident person he knows. But that's compared to him. Outside, he finds it cute how shy you are around people. Though he likes to take advantage of you being taller than him. Especially since things in your home are way too high for him to reach and he has to climb tabletops to get them.

Jyushimatsu:

He works with you to overcome your shyness. People really wonder how your relationship works when Jyushi is basically the definition of extrovert with cups full of energy! Sometimes he wears you out with his energetic self and you gotta recharge. He finds it adorable of you when you get shy, meeting his friends, who are basically the kids that Jyushi teaches his moves to. He's respectful to let you sit out of his lessons but you end up meeting a kid who's shy like you and becoming great friends.

Todomatsu:

Okay when it comes to meeting his friends and hiding behind him, he is so ready to pop off on anyone who makes fun of your behavior due to being shy around new people. Only he gets to tease your shyness and no one else. For the relationship though, there will be times where Totty will be your clutch, but other times he won't be because there are some things you should do for yourself and being shy won't be an excuse.

#asks #anon #matsus with a tall shy s/o #osomatsusan #headcanons #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #matsu headcanons #all matsus

[moonlightwinterdxxix]

Lullabies of the Eldest Brother

An Osomatsu-san/kun 2020 birthday special, inspired by Takahiro Sakurai’s (Osomatsu’s VA) renditions of ‘Lalalu’ and ‘When You Wish Upon a Star’. You can find the covers on Youtube. 

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At a young age, Karamatsu Matsuno had learned the art of theatre, and it was common to overhear him singing around the house when he was alone. Might one of his brothers be playing with some toys, having a game of baseball, or snacking on something without Matsuyo’s knowledge, once Karamatsu enters his mood, everyone would have a chance to hear him from wherever room he was in. And due to his status as a theatre kid, it became automatic that the vocals drifting in the wind had a pleasant quality, a peaceful tonality, and a kind aura that served as some sort of gentle lullaby.

And that made the sextuplets happy to call him their brother.

But there was more in the intentions of his older brother Osomatsu.

Unlike Karamatsu who had his entire objectives set on presenting a captivating performance for the school play, Osomatsu had secretly tried testing his singing voice in the toilet, where his voice could perfectly bounce off the walls, and where he would have privacy, absent from the plausible laughter he was going to receive at his off-notes and fault-of-puberty voice cracks from his brothers. But Karamatsu’s influence had flooded inside him, and it came with being a child, to want to be more, to want having competition with his brothers to prove that he earned the position of eldest. And how was he supposed to do that, when he was the one who couldn’t sing?

He began his practices silently, almost whispering the words of the songs he had become familiar with when Karamatsu belted them out. And as he whispered the words to himself, he always had a reason to flush in humiliation, almost cry, for how stupid he was, to get so many notes wrong even if he was muttering. It was to the point that he was almost cursing himself for being an untalented brat, too focused on causing havoc for their parents and Iyami and Chibita.

But as the days and nights went on, Osomatsu slowly found himself improving, his notes reaching their proper octaves, his voice less quivery than when he began. He imagined the sound emitted once a finger presses on the keys of a piano, when guitar strings are strummed, and tried to let the beat of it take his singing to where it needed to go as he tapped his hand over his baby-blue pants.

In the quiet of the toilet, he would face the mirror, watch how his expression followed the words of the songs. Karamatsu, a master of acting at ten-years old, was familiar with all the expressions needed to form realistic dramatizations, things Osomatsu barely knew. But for a beginner, a self-taught one, all he did was picture that the face staring back at him was Karamatsu’s, and that wasn’t too difficult for him. He tried recreating Karamatsu for the actions he had when he was on stage, getting into the character before breaking out into the most believable dialogue one could imagine. But Osomatsu didn’t have that skill set.

He stuck with singing.

And kept getting better. More confidence seeped into him the more he let his voice echo in the four corners of the bathroom, growing louder and louder and stronger and stronger until he was certain that he wouldn’t let his parents down anymore with another C-. He found his singing prowess increasing with each stanza he sung, the chords audible in his voice, and the acapella satisfying enough that he had to shout out happily with a fist in the air when he finished singing. Jyushimatsu had shouted for him to quiet down from the opposite side of the house. Would he have said the same if he heard what Osomatsu had been doing prior?

Probably not, and Jyushimatsu definitely didn’t say anything when Osomatsu first showed what he had learned when they had music class again. One by one, the students were tasked to sing the national anthem by group. For this, the sextuplets were intentionally split apart, so it gave Osomatsu that golden opportunity to watch their faces when he first presented his practices. And it was worth it, as when his portion for their group’s rendition came, it took all his effort not to laugh, especially at Choromatsu, who had the face saying, We’re a team, we tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me that you can sing so well?

He didn’t. That day, Osomatsu had surprised himself as well. It was the first time that he had heard himself in this specific volume, dominating over the nervous energy he was releasing before they presented. When they were done, his group along with the group containing Karamatsu got the highest scores, stunning the remaining four of the sextuplets until they were repeatedly bugging Osomatsu during the entirety of their lunch break, including Jyushimatsu.

After that, Karamatsu had requested that Osomatsu help him while he practiced some of the songs required for the musical. Brightly, Osomatsu obliged, and the two of them would spend hours in the shared bedroom running through the lines of the second-born, Osomatsu reading through the dialogues and lyrics in the script for Karamatsu to bounce back from. At the end of one of their sessions, Karamatsu had wiped his sweaty forehead saying, “Wow, Osomatsu! When did you learn to sing like that? Maybe I can learn some tips from you too!”

Osomatsu shrugged, flustered. “Oh, it’s nothing really. But thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it.”

“You know what’s better, Osomatsu?” Karamatsu reached into the back of his pants, maliciously pulling out their father’s phone from his back pocket. “I snagged this from Dad while he was snoozing in the living room. And these too.” From his pocket, he had pulled out a pair of earphones, familiar as Matsuyo uses them while washing their dishes. “How about we listen to the original movie renditions of the songs and try singing along to them? That way, it’s like practicing with the instruments. Then we can search-up a karaoke or instrumental version. Whaddaya think?”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!”

They would lock the door, ignore if Choromatsu, Todomatsu, or the others tried bothering them, and hum and sing along for another hour or longer. Then when their vocal chords are completely tired out, that was when they would go out with their respective pairs—Karamatsu with Todomatsu and Osomatsu with Choromatsu—to play games on the streets and bug their friends. This was how it was for a long time.

Then Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu had a fight. Ten years-old, but the shouting created between the two were like adults, and the sextuplets began taking sides on the matter as the argument grew and ripped them apart. Osomatsu remembered being in such a tight space, being forced by Choromatsu to take Jyushimatsu’s side even when he felt that it was Karamatsu who was right. Osomatsu’s action opened up a field of betrayal between the two oldest Matsuno brothers, resulting in the end of private toilet practices after that. It was terrible. Osomatsu and his brothers all reported to school without looking at one another, going off with whoever they wanted except each other. Choromatsu had been cheerful, saying to his oldest brother, “What’s wrong? It’s fine, you did the right choice.”

If that was the case, then how come Karamatsu had been so emotional during his rehearsal that day, when Osomatsu chose to sneak a peek at what was going on inside the Akatsuka Elementary School’s theatre room? It was as if his brokenness was real, that he really did have a shattered heart, and that he was at one of his lowest points. He was. Osomatsu had been a part of it, and he blamed himself for his childish stupidity and insensitivity.

They did reconcile, all of them, but Osomatsu no longer had the heart to walk up to Karamatsu with a cheery “Let’s practice your lines together” smile. They became close again, but he never tried, never even attempted to. And it wasn’t because he was too used to the songs and had grown bored of them, but because he felt that there was a permanent tear through his relationship with Karamatsu, and to him, travelling close to that rip did nothing but open up sealed wounds. He didn’t want to risk that happening.

He didn’t try singing with Karamatsu again after that.

But he had been very happy when the day of the presentation came. Often enough, he and Choromatsu had to scold Ichimatsu and Todomatsu each time they stood up to play I-Spy on the stage, but it was a mirthful little thing that lit sparks up in Osomatsu’s heart. When Karamatsu finished the play with their schoolmates, the entire theatre was on its feet to applaud them, others tossing flowers onto the stage. It didn’t take long until they realized that Todomatsu was no longer next to them, as he had run off towards the stage enveloping Karamatsu in a huge hug when they were under the shades of the red curtains. The celebrations that night were memorable, and the sextuplets were at their best again after what seemed like ages.

Osomatsu still didn’t sing.

Until one night.

It was just after a few months had passed. And that night, it was a stormy night. The rain pummeled down on the roof of the Matsuno household like a billion furious drums, thunder rumbled in the distance like a demon that had broken out from centuries locked in chains. Lightning flashed the room from its blue and black hues into blinding whites, setting off the impression that the house was struck somewhere and a fire was to begin in any second. And the clattering of the wind against metal, it was disturbing. Terrifying. Like a hundred footsteps of ruthless burglars against the shingles of their roof, like ghostly duplicates of a specific lodger hiding before jumping out of the shadows to send a stab to their chests. It was that kind of night, haunting and loud, full of all the noises one could imagine in a nightmare.

And that night, Karamatsu was sick. It was good for them that the presentation was already concluded when this happened, for his hoarse throat stopped him from singing and speaking for a long time. His nose was runny, his face was pale, and he was coming down with a slight fever. Matsuyo and Matsuzo had as one decided to make him stay in bed that day, even when he wanted out to play alongside his brothers. Todomatsu suggested staying with him, but their parents couldn’t let him get Karamatsu’s sickness. They kept the other boys out of the room the entire time.

On the other hand, Osomatsu had been tired that day. He had a long round of baseball, having scored several home runs out of his successful bats. He was lucky, for sure, having the pride to mock and tease his brothers each time his team won a round. It was supposedly the older three against the younger three brothers, but since Karamatsu was absent, then the stakes for winning by the elder two weren’t supposed to be so high. But they won, multiple times, so Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu, and Todomatsu weren’t so happy about that. But either way, Osomatsu got tired after the entire afternoon of intense physical activity, and was ready to end his day with a bang, prepared to collapse on his futon and have a long night of pleasant dreams filled with Totoko and himself.

But then there was a bang. Cruel thunder like the demon unleashed. Then it was lightning striking against something in the distance, somewhere in Akatsuka Ward, and the commotion of its screeching and the light bouncing in reply resulted in a horrified, shriek from Todomatsu. The youngest was against the wall in a cower when Osomatsu and the rest got up, partly startled but mostly concerned for the youngest of their family.

“Todomatsu!” Of course, it was Karamatsu to first have a vocal reaction as he got up from his futon and went straight to his trembling youngest brother. Sickness wasn’t going to stop him if one of his siblings weren’t in high spirits—it wasn’t part of his character. “It was just the lightning. Don’t be scared, we’re all okay.” He coughed a bit before he continued. “You’ll be fine. C’mon, lie down. Just close your eyes. Picture your happy place.”

Todomatsu shook his head, which had his hands plastered over either side of his ears. His lips shook, his body hunched, and he buried his head between his knees, drawn up to his chin. “I can’t…! It’s so loud and scary…! And the dark’s just horrifying...! Wh-What if the lightning reaches me? I don’t want to die!” His voice was quivering, thick with upcoming tears.

“You can’t die!” Ichimatsu supplied, more puzzled than concerned at this point. “It’s me and Choromatsu closest to the window, so if anyone’s dying first it’d be us, right?”

Everyone else turned towards Ichimatsu, unamused. At first Ichimatsu looked dubious as to why they were staring at him that way, but he quickly got the gist of it the moment Todomatsu began to cry. It accompanied the rain outside, added sound to what would’ve been a quiet room, and butchered the mood until it was everything but peasant. It wasn’t a good sign when Todomatsu was crying.

No matter the seconds separating their age gap, the youngest still had the tendency to scare himself the most, easily crying over spilled ice cream, or when he gets scolded by their parents. And to Todomatsu, that was something he felt embarrassed about. He was ashamed of that part of himself, his ‘inability to grow up’, in his own words. How much of a child he could still be behind the scenes, even when he was almost as much as a copy of his older brothers. Osomatsu had heard Todomatsu mention so once, when the youngest boy had involved himself in a little quarrel with Ichimatsu and was muttering alone in their room.

And his shame was visible tonight like in the other nights as he tried to turn away from them, his hands swiping aggressively at his eyes, but his wet hiccups proving otherwise. Ichimatsu was sent a glare by Jyushimatsu as Karamatsu sighed, trying his best with soothing words to calm their little brother down, having a hard time doing it without touching him. But as the sound of the rain strengthened and the ticks of the clock resumed, it was obvious that Karamatsu wasn’t going to be successful anytime soon, especially not when the thunder resumed its rumbling and the lightning continued its strikes.

Thunder crashed. Todomatsu flinched, ducking his head between his knees as his sobs tore out, a wailing sound that broke their hearts. But nobody had the strength to move, not when they weren’t sure what to do in that type of situation. None of the Matsunos were particularly good in offering comfort, and with Karamatsu himself trying his best, there was nothing the others could do.

“Oh, Todomatsu,” Karamatsu sighed, slumping down on his knees. He so desperately wanted to reach out his hands to run them through Todomatsu’s hair, but his illness told him to do otherwise. It was obvious how hard Karamatsu was trying to restrain himself. “I wish I could hug you. I want to sing you a lullaby if I could, but…” He broke into a coughing fit, and he turned his head away, coughing into a fist. He didn’t need to finish his sentence after that.

Choromatsu blew out a breath, taking his blanket off him. The light of the outside cast his shoulders and hair-tips in white light. “How about you come here? Maybe I can help you, rock you or something.” He sounded hesitant, but it was better he spoke up than no one else offering anything.

Todomatsu sniffed, taking the idea into consideration. He managed to get on his knees, moving forward on them and passing Karamatsu, when thunder and lightning made another massive collaboration. Todomatsu screamed yet again before burying his face into the chest closest to him: Osomatsu. Osomatsu immediately felt his body rattling where Todomatsu was pressed against it, felt the little one’s tears soaking his clothes as his terrified sobs filled the room. And as thunder moaned again, Todomatsu’s grip went tighter, more firm, but at the same time unstable. Fearful.

Osomatsu went still, completely caught off-guard by the sudden attention sent to him. He might be the oldest, but he was also almost the biggest troublemaker. If any one of them were to be able to offer the least effort in calming their little brother, it would be him. But the situation all came down to this, to Todomatsu’s initial reaction to grab onto the oldest, wishing for someone to hold on to in the midst of terror.

Awkwardly, Osomatsu wrapped his arms around Todomatsu’s body, one almost completely like his, from its structure, to the genes making it, to the blood flowing under its skin. It racked, throbbed under his stable arms, and it was as if they weren’t sextuplets anymore. To Osomatsu, it was like being an older brother to a baby, so horrified by everything that it couldn’t do anything but call for someone to grasp. Someone they respected, and someone that they know will save them from their agony. Osomatsu was that in this moment, youth clinging onto him so tightly, and his instincts kicked in, like they should.

He did what Karamatsu can’t do, running his fingers through Todomatsu’s hair, matted with sweat despite the cool temperature inside the room. Todomatsu tensed at the action, relaxing slightly in Osomatsu’s grip, his fingers losing their weight against his sleeves. His sobbing subsided until they were whimpers, and the heaviness pressed against Osomatsu’s chest decreased as Todomatsu pulled away ever-so-slightly, his wet cheek the only thing now against Osomatsu’s heartbeat.

No one else spoke, only watched the oldest and youngest in silence.

Thunder and lightning sounded.

Todomatsu’s fingers curled.

“Nope, that’s not necessary,” Osomatsu soothed, lightly resting the bridge of his nose to Todomatsu’s hairline. “Onii’s got you. Don’t be afraid. As long as we’re together, there’s nothing that can take us alive.” He adjusted his position so that both of them could be more comfortable, and like Choromatsu mentioned, began rocking. Back and forth. Slowly.

With a light chuckle, Osomatsu said, “Wow. This feels nice. I know we’re too old for this stuff, but don’t you like this? It makes me all warm and fuzzy, it’s like the bad things are going away.”

Todomatsu’s voice was breathy. “I think s-so. “B-But I still hear the rain, a-and it sounds so—”

“Shh…” Osomatsu adjusted Todomatsu’s head against his chest, where his heart thumped in a steady rhythm, a slow lullaby. Then not knowing what had come over him or how the inspiration reached his mind, Osomatsu hummed quietly, trying not to let the other hear the melody Karamatsu had been so busy perfecting over the last few months in preparation for his play. He still wasn’t compelled to sing, but the humming was working rather splendidly, calming the hitches of the sixth son, and the harshness that whitened his knuckles.

And Osomatsu felt the familiarity of the song overwhelm him, an old longing he had not so long ago, and a wave of nostalgia washing over him at the tune he was oh so familiar with. He didn’t even know he had developed such a connection to it until he was hearing it again, the melody diminishing as well the fight with Karamatsu that had halted his love for musicality in the first place. The melody came out, brushing against Todomatsu’s ears, and for Osomatsu, he felt so much older. He couldn’t say why, but maybe it was because this moment treated Todomatsu like he was so much younger.

When Osomatsu was at the chorus of the song, Todomatsu looked up, eyes watery but expectant. “Can you sing the song, Osomatsu?” he requested.

“Hm?” Osomatsu laughed lightheartedly. “I’m humming for you, aren’t I?”

Todomatsu shook his head. “No, Osomatsu. Sing. Like, actually sing the song with words instead of humming it.” More thunder, and Todomatsu gripped his shirt harder again.

But Osomatsu’s cheeks colored in surprise, completely appalled by the suggestion. “Eh? No-no-no, I can’t do that. I barely know the words of it, a-and it’s Karamatsu that’s—”

“You know the words—what are you talking about?” Karamatsu interrupted, a smile spreading over his pale face. Apparently he had heard it, as well as Osomatsu’s feeble attempt at a lie. “And I’m sick. I need a substitute, and who could do that better than everyone’s Onii-chan?”

Osomatsu shook his head. He didn’t want to, and it was getting harder to grasp that this was the situation that was happening. What was so wrong about wanting to get some sleep after a long day of baseball? “I can’t, I really can’t. C’mon, guys. We all know that.”

“Can I hear it too?” Jyushimatsu asked, coming closer to them with Ichimatsu and Choromatsu, the former fascinated and the latter intrigued. Soon everyone was surrounding Osomatsu and Todomatsu, leaning around in a circle in anticipation to hear the first-born sing a song to drown out the storm. “Please, Osomatsu?” Jyushimatsu begged.

“Yeah, just one night!” Ichimatsu added.

“Then we won’t bug you to do it again,” Choromatsu supplied.

“Just this once. Please, Osomatsu-niisan?” Todomatsu finished.

Osomatsu took a moment to decide. The guilt trapped inside him wasn’t a comfortable feeling, but he remained uncertain if letting it out was the best way to get rid of it. Let it out in a sense that what gave him guilt was brought forth for them to remember, for them to recall the rift that had ruined part of their relationship as brothers. For the longest time, it was what Osomatsu didn’t want to happen, but this moment here, with five pairs of eyes like his looking at him with the same levels of expectancy, it was difficult to say no. And with even Karamatsu there, a second-oldest waiting for the lullaby of his only older brother…

What to do?

Osomatsu flushed again, hoping the darkness hid it well. He leaned forward, almost cloaking his face behind Todomatsu’s hair, and Osomatsu was almost a breath away from Todomatsu’s ear. Then aware again that there were four more heads lingering, Osomatsu straightened up as best as he could again, lowering his gaze into Todomatsu’s hands, firm against his arms. Osomatsu signed. Both shame and shyness darted back and forth inside him like a stray ping-pong ball, but Osomatsu tried to ignore it as he let a whisper of the song pass through his partially-parted lips.

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, oh, my little star-sweeper~”

Todomatsu’s lips slightly curled up, and he pressed his head gently over Osomatsu’s collarbone. Tear tracks remained plastered on his cheeks, but it was obvious that none were to be coming out again any soon. And as Todomatsu relaxed, so did the others. Ichimatsu crept closer, nestling his head on Osomatsu’s thigh and shutting his eyes as Jyushimatsu followed, resting his chin over Ichimatsu’s shoulder. Choromatsu went to the other side of them, lowering his head onto Todomatsu’s arm as softly as he could. And Osomatsu stiffened at the unexpected bundle of his brothers surrounding him that his singing stopped.

Karamatsu smirked at him. “Why are you stopping? They obviously want you to continue.”

Osomatsu looked down at them, at the peaceful boys so free from the terror of the storm, only because of the coziness that escaped from the protection of their oldest brother. Maybe he should, he decided, if he wanted them to remain in this state as the horror of the weather continued its rampage towards those who lacked the walls of solace that Osomatsu gave them. And this was perhaps, the way that his guilt could leave them alone, by getting over it and moving on, using it as a way to step further from the past.

That might be it. So as Osomatsu smiled back at Karamatsu, he used a free arm to reach out towards a blanket, pulling it over Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu as the two waited again with soft smiles and closed eyes. Osomatsu opened his mouth again:

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, oh my little star sweeper, I’ll sweep the stardust for you~ La-la-lu, la-la-lu, little soft fluffy sleeper, Here comes a pink cloud for you~”

As Osomatsu hummed, Karamatsu began moving, grabbing another blanket and draping it over Choromatsu and Todomatsu before pulling out another one for himself as he positioned his head by Choromatsu’s hips. He put his arms together, trying not to touch them, still cautious with his light fever. Then he closed his eyes too, as eager as the rest to hear Osomatsu sing them their lullaby and close out the terrors of the storm.

And to this, Osomatsu obliged, his lost confidence coming back, and he smiled softly as he rubbed the heads of his little brothers one by one, singing.

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, little wandering angel, Fold up your wings, close your eyes~ La-la-lu, la-la-lu, and may love be your keeper, La-la-lu, la-la-lu, la-la-lu~”

Later, Matsuyo and Matsuzo had to help get all the boys back to their respective futons and assist Osomatsu after his entire body went numb. But to Osomatsu, it was all worth it.

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“Oi, Ichimatsu, this is all your fault!”

“HUH?!!”

“You’re the one who volunteered to babysit this stupid baby!”

“SO?! I didn’t know the cons in doing it would be so hard, Fappymatsu!”

“Well look at where we are now!”

Even if he wasn’t Ichimatsu, Osomatsu looked. And on a normal day of their NEET life, he would have laughed because of how common and uncommon it was at the same time. Common, in the sense that their room was a complete mess, and uncommon in the sense that it was baby food, diapers, powder, and more coating every inch of the area. Their couch was an indescribable mangle of mysterious yellows and browns that were certainly meant for a restroom. The bookshelf was dusty with baby powder, covering up almost all the books there that they were all lookalikes. And the floor…The floor wasn’t pleasant either.

Who knew how much of incompetent NEETs they were, to be so quick to ruin the day. Babysitting isn’t exactly a difficult thing if you knew what to do, but for the sextuplets, they were clearly oblivious. But it wasn’t exactly Ichimatsu to blame for the scenario either. He did bring in the suggestion to look after the child for a couple that he had befriended over Christmas, but it was the fault for everyone else for taking on the challenge. Osomatsu knew up the bat that it wasn’t going to end well, so he excluded himself from the discussion and went straight to the horse races while they decided on it.

He wasn’t surprised upon arriving home that late afternoon.

It wasn’t even an ugly baby. Its face had the features of both its parents, with its starting hair strands the color of its mother’s hair, and eyes the same brown color as its father. And its top was a nice, Celeste hue. But none of that seemed to be applicable in terms of cuteness, not as its presence itself drove the last five members of the Matsuno household crazy.

And as his brothers strangled each other, obviously players in the blame game, Osomatsu had chosen to isolate himself from them on the roof with a very immature and inappropriate manga. He found his nose bleeding multiple times as pictures showed a bit more than an average lady in a bikini, and Osomatsu wished to identify Totoko with a pair of magnifying glasses in order to take a peek at her if she had an open window at the ready. Too bad they weren’t equipped with such an expensive item.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later did he find the urge to return inside the room, finding the baby pulling out Karamatsu’s hair and the others trying to stop him from doing so, except Ichimatsu who had Todomatsu’s phone and was busy snapping pictures of it. Karamatsu looked exactly like a rope would at a tug of war, the only difference that he was a human and that the opposing team had only one player: Todomatsu at his feet. Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu were too concerned about removing the baby from the blue-clothed boy’s hair.

Osomatsu stood watch for more than a few seconds when he approached, having enough of hearing his brother’s agonized wailing. He had stepped in front of them when Todomatsu said, “We’ve got it, Osomatsu-niisan. You don’t need to help.” He exhaled, pulling harder, and Karamatsu began screaming again.

“OW-OW-OW-OW—TODOMATSU!!!”

“NIISAN!!!” Jyushimatsu cried, pulling harder.

“I think help’s all you need,” Osomatsu commented, pointing. Karamatsu’s scalp didn’t look like it was going to last long. For a baby, this one was pretty strong. How his little hands could remain attached for so long with three people trying to stop him was another miracle of living in Akatsuka Ward.

“We’re fine. Don’t do anything stupid,” Choromatsu had added, backing Todomatsu up. But as they heaved harder, Todomatsu’s grip on Karamatsu’s feet slipped, and Karamatsu’s sock sailed off to the other side of the room as everyone buckled down. The baby let go of Karamatsu’s head, and was now safe in Jyushimatsu’s hands as Karamatsu lurched forward, massaging his head. His hair was as messy as Ichimatsu’s.

And speaking of Ichimatsu, Ichimatsu said, “If only we could post this on the internet…” He snickered maniacally, like the villain that he was.

Osomatsu chuckled himself, sticking his hands in the pocket of his red hoodie as he browsed over the mess he called his brothers in front of him. “Look at you, so pathetic. What even made you think you can handle taking care of a baby?”

Choromatsu huffed. “We want to get paid, Osomatsu-niisan. And once we’re done with this, none of the payment will be split for you. You haven’t done anything since you got here.”

Slyly, Osomatsu shrugged. “Eh. I kinda thought I wasn’t pleasant company. I didn’t think it really mattered.”

“Yeah,” Todomatsu agreed, surprising Osomatsu. “Has he even touched a baby before? I’d think all the babies he’s ever touched just cried upon contact.”

“Hey! He hasn’t seemed to have smiled at all either,” Osomatsu said, looking at the baby. It was sucking up its thumb, eyes pinned on Karamatsu as he fixed his hair in front of a hand mirror. The baby wasn’t smiling in the slightest, merely fixated on whatever kind of madness it would’ve cursed them with might he managed to hold onto Karamatsu a little longer. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile or laugh the whole time I was here too. What have you even done with him already?”

“We’ve fed him!” Jyushimatsu brightly answered, sitting up as he held the baby in his arms. He bounced the baby, but it didn’t emit the usual reaction one would have when Jyushimatsu held it. And that on its own was a very odd thing. “But that didn’t end so well. We gave him milk, but that didn’t go so well either. We tried changing his diapers, but—”

“Let me guess—it didn’t go too well too,” Osomatsu guessed, smirking in derision.

Karamatsu snapped his fingers before sending them towards Osomatsu’s direction as a finger-gun. “Bingo.”

“Then what would you tell his parents?” Osomatsu asked, putting his weight on his left leg as he tilted his head curiously. “And how would you explain the mess of our room? If they see this, then I don’t think you guys will earn anything too high from them. You’d still be as poor as me when it comes to the greens of our wallets.” He had lost quite the amount today at the tracks, but if his brothers messed-up this process, there was no doubt that the money they would get to what was left of his wouldn’t even be doubled. “Want some help? I could grab ya’ll something from the shop. Maybe more milk.”

Choromatsu turned red. “We don’t have money to buy milk,” he admitted sourly.

Osomatsu laughed, the only one with the ability to do so, when Jyushimatsu began having trouble as the baby began climbing up his arm. “Then I guess you should start by giving him something to play with,” Osomatsu said. “If he likes Karamatsu’s hair so much, you should give him a wig or something. You’ve got one, don’t you, Totty? You used it to dress up like a chick once, when we needed to audition in order for you to invite us to the mixer. Just give that to the baby so you can start cleaning up or whatever.”

“Are you serious? Ugh, I’m not giving away that wig,” Todomatsu grouched, cringing. “Do you have any idea how much that costed? Besides, as if I’d give away something as special like that for the sake of a dumb baby’s entertainment.” He shot the child a sharp glare, as piercing as an arsenal of knives.

Osomatsu scratched his head. “You don’t even use that thing anymore,” he said.

“I don’t care.”

“Then what about its diapers?” Osomatsu gestured to the baby, which wasn’t wearing any, and was a bit too exposed than needed. It was a miracle Jyushimatsu’s long sleeves were still clean, unlike Karamatsu’s, whose arms were literally messed with what Osomatsu didn’t want to mention. He cringed greatly just at the sight of it, and he pitied his brothers for their unfortunate luck. “Don’t you think you can get him still enough for one of you to slip those on him? There are freaking five of you, come on.”

“As if I’m touching his ass,” Todomatsu growled, crossing his arms. “And there’s no way anyone would persuade me to hold on to him for even a second. Just imagining holding the arm of a farting toddler while my brother changes his diapers… Shoot! That’s sickening, holy jeez!” He turned away, making a belting sound that was too close to what might’ve been actual vomiting.

Osomatsu rubbed his nose, getting peeved. “Then what about his food? Or his milk? Ichimatsu, surely his parents gave you something to feed him, right? And gave you instructions on how to sit him straight on a baby chair, or even the dining table! Didn’t you do the choo-choo train with him? I’m sure that usually works with kids.”

“Choo-choo train?” Ichimatsu looked down, thinking. “Ah, sorry. I think I got too distracted thinking about getting hit by one than using it as a method for feeding him. My bad.”

Exasperated, Osomatsu’s head dropped. “Cod, you’ve got to be joking—you guys! It’s a baby! Why are you all having such a hard time with him? There are five of you, one of him, and you’re all seven times his size! If you wanted, I might offer you a little assistance if you wanted—”

“It’s fine, Osomatsu,” Karamatsu said, standing up and putting down the mirror. He looked better, at least, though his hair was still pretty matted. “We’ve got this under control. If you want to do something else, then we would be glad if you did so. You do not have to bother yourself with the complications we have given ourselves. Please. If you want to resume reading your manga, or decide to visit Pachinko, then you may. We’d be glad to let you go and release you from any sort of struggle we have plagued ourselves with.”

Osomatsu snorted. “I love how you call the baby a ‘complication’ and a ‘struggle’.” He sighed, walking over to the couch to take a seat on it, but thought otherwise upon seeing something yellow staining it. And its scent wasn’t at all nice, the aroma a sickening thing that made Osomatsu want to throw up. He turned back to his brothers. “Are you sure you don’t want any help? Because, what if that’s what I wanted to do? What if I wanted to help you? Would you let me do that?”

“You really don’t have to, niisan,” Jyushimatsu said, but it was a mystery if he meant it. The baby was at his back now, with one of his legs hooked around Jyushimatsu’s armpit to keep him from falling. Jyushimatsu was having a hard time maintaining his balance, but tried his best before the baby could fall. He had an arm stretched out behind him, serving as some kind of catcher. But with the way the baby was interested in studying the back of Jyushimatsu’s shorts, it was going to be a while before that outstretched arm was to be useful.

“Look at him.” Osomatsu gestured to Jyushimatsu and the baby. “He’s troubling himself. At least let me get it off him and set it down on a chair.”

It was Choromatsu’s turn to snort, but it was sarcastic and humorless. “As if. I don’t think you’ll be much help in this, Osomatsu-niisan. You’d scream like a girl once it bites your fingers.”

“Yeah. And knowing you, you might just make it worse,” Todomatsu agreed, bobbing his head.

Osomatsu spread out his hands. “How would I make it worse? You literally have pee and poop on the couch! Do you think I’m that much of a black cat to ruin it more?! What, am I some sort of psychopath that would crash all your plans?!”

“You could be,” Ichimatsu replied.

He sighed. He should have expected this, like normal. “Well fine. Be that way.” Osomatsu faced away, going over to the manga he had set down on their windowsill. “I’ll be on the roof. Don’t call me if you need anything, since you’re all so good already.”

He went straight and climbed out of the window, going directly to the roof and settling himself there. He didn’t hear when Jyushimatsu attempted to call out for him, only hearing the wind as it struck against his face. He felt the sensation of upcoming rain, based on the temperature and the grayness of the sky. Such a shame that it diminished what might’ve been a beautiful dusk, but this wasn’t bad. And it was a good idea to read here in peace while that wasn’t the case yet.

He opened his manga, began browsing through the right-to-left frames on the page, ignoring the constant yelling coming from his room, and the occasional shatter of glass. He kept reading in the lovely, chill air of the weather, his mind filling with images of bedroom scenes with tongues sliding too aggressively. Osomatsu grinned, savoring the inappropriate scenes with each page he flipped to, until he was completely distracted from the randomness escalating from the bedroom. He lived his seconds here on the roof, doing what he wanted, not wanting to worry about his NEETy baby brothers and their brimming pride.

Minutes passed, then an hour. Osomatsu felt incredibly relaxed, and he came to think why he didn’t do this activity very often. It had to be a result of the weather, he thought, since a cool temperature acted well enough as some sort of variable to improve his entity. He liked how the wind seeped into his sleeves, ruffled his hair, and kissed the skin slightly peeking out from between his pants and his socks. He enjoyed not having to worry about his debts, the money he had lost, and the responsibilities he assigned to himself as their big brother. The time he spent on this roof with that peace was extraordinary, and it was difficult imagining a life without it.

But at some point, the beginning stages of a downpour began, and tiny drops of rain pelted against his head, rolling down his face until the realization of the starting drizzle hit him. He looked up from the novel, watching the silver skies above him with its thin streaks of the rain, coming down slowly over the rooftops of a few of Akatsuka Ward’s buildings. It was nice, Osomatsu thought, to see a place under the mists of the sprinkle, bathing in a gentle stroke before it turned into a full-on shower. And it was fun to get drenched, Osomatsu thoughtfully added.

He pulled on his hoodie and slipped the manga inside it until it was hidden from the rain. And just in time too, as the redness of his top went redder as it was splotched with small circles. Osomatsu felt the droplets ooze through the cloth, dampening his skin underneath, and it tickled him, causing a cute smile to spread over his face. He inclined his head up as he let more drops of the rain smack against his face, some catching in his hair, and onto his legs, spread out in front of him as he pressed his palms behind him. It was nice.

And for a while, this was how it was for him, the rain acting as his playmate, and him acting as its playmate. He chuckled on his own as he let the waters of the sky slip over him like a child bathing in the rain. And he could even say he was a child, one in the body of a man. But that was what a basic description for a NEET was, wasn’t it? Being an irresponsible loser that society treated as nothing? Yeah. And he carried the title with pride.

But it was a depressing thought to imagine that the last time he had sat on this roof, he carried anything but pride. It had been dusk as well, but that time the world was colored with red and orange instead of the grays surrounding him now. And in that lone moment, he didn’t have to be alone on the roof, for the house itself had been void of the tomfoolery of his brothers. He remembered the blankness that had been his life as he slowly watched them leave, a curse bestowed on the first-born. And in the bedroom window, all he saw was the moon against the blue, just as lonely as he was.

Nah, now wasn’t the time to think about that depressing junk. It was raining and he was in his freedom! Osomatsu let himself laugh, shuddering at the wet drops that prickled against his skin, stuck to his clothes.

The rain strengthened, and Osomatsu lifted his hood. He could feel his marginally-wet hair pasted on his forehead, but he ignored it as he continued watching over Akatsuka Ward’s streets. The mist was thickening. Thunder began sounding, discreetly in the distance. And people began rushing about, briefcases rising to their heads as they darted around in search for vehicles or shelters that would shield them from the rain. Yet here Osomatsu was, absorbing the playful splatter of it.

Then he saw it. At the street was a rushing woman, carrying in her arms a little boy, no more than five years old. Without an umbrella. The child was getting wet, the mother was drenched, but she kept looking around, desperately trying to find the best place for them before either of them got too wet, or even worse, sick. She proceeded under the shade of a closed, little parlor, where she bounced the child on her arms in an attempt to remind him that she was there, and they were safe.

Osomatsu watched them pensively.

The mother shushed the little boy, because that’s what it looked like she did. Then she leaned him closer to her lips, and she pecked his cheek. The boy laughed, chuckling at the sign of affection, and the mother laughed along with him before cradling him to her chest. She swayed softly, and if Osomatsu was sure of what he was seeing, she began singing to him. It wouldn’t have worked, not when the sound of rain crashing against the sidewalk deafened the sound of everything else. But it seemed to work as the boy slumped in her arms, his face at the crook of her neck, finding slumber through their previous difficulty.

Heh. If only his brothers could do the same.

“Stupid, Karamatsu-niisan, get him to stop!”

“I’m trying!”

Ah, speaking of his brothers, they still weren’t through. And Osomatsu wasn’t in his mood to assist them. But even if he wanted to keep out of their problems…The downpour was getting stronger, his clothes were getting darker, and his hair was getting heavier. With a sigh, Osomatsu brought himself up from the roof and crawled back towards the window, where the scent of poop drifted heavily in the air. He flinched, coughing in repugnance, and Osomatsu dropped off his manga at the one corner of the room that didn’t seem affected by powder of baby food. He raised an unamused brow seeing his brothers’ states.

Karamatsu’s clothes were definitely peed on, and his face was covered with baby food. Choromatsu’s was the same, except it was food that coated his clothes instead of Karamatsu’s calamity. Todomatsu had rubber gloves on both hands, a hygiene mask he might’ve borrowed from Ichimatsu, and his old Sutabaa apron on, which was covered with all things baby-related save for the toilet stuff. And Jyushimatsu was trying to get closer to the baby which lay on the couch, his clothes completely stained that it was hard to tell that he was wearing yellow.

And the baby...its crying and continuous kicking drew him back, he looking like he had no idea what to do. Its arms waved frantically and harshly, and it was like getting hit by them might result in an unexpected fracture. So as much as Jyushimatsu strived to help him, the baby’s deranged movements stopped him from doing so. At least the baby had diapers on now, that was a relief.

Unimpressed, Osomatsu lowered his hood, saying, “What’s the update?”

“It won’t stop crying,” Choromatsu reported, not bothering to look at Osomatsu as he said it. “And unsurprisingly, Karamatsu’s lullabies can’t help him in the slightest.”

“What do you mean ‘unsurprisingly’?” Karamatsu croaked, hurt.

Still uninterested, Osomatsu looked around. “Where’s Ichimatsu?”

“Calling its parents,” Todomatsu answered, voice muffled by the mask. “I dunno how much he’s telling them, but I hope he doesn’t make us look bad.” He shrugged. “Well, it was his idea. Maybe he wouldn’t. And he’s just as much as a liar as the rest of us, so we’ll be totally fine.” He angled his eyes at Osomatsu. “What’s with you? You’re all wet.”

Osomatsu grinned wolfishly. “The weather’s nice out. That’s what happens when you aren’t stuck babysitting for someone.” A minute or so passed like this, with the baby continuously crying, with Jyushimatsu trying (unsuccessfully) to calm him down, and all the others standing to watch. The sound of its wailing corrupted the air, interrupting the drops outside, and with that, Osomatsu’s sanity. His brothers were enough to ruin his day, but for that to be worsened by their inabilities just through everything off the rail. This needed to stop. Now.

At long last, Osomatsu gritted his teeth and walked towards the couch, towards Jyushimatsu and the baby. “Let me try. Move aside, Jyushimatsu.”

Todomatsu eyed him skeptically. “What are you doing? Trying to make him cry more?”

As Jyushimatsu stepped back, Osomatsu looked down at the baby, at the mess of limbs it was flailing as it wept and wept, high-pitched wailing tearing out of its tiny, little throat. But more than anything, Osomatsu studied its movements, and he found a solid way on how he could work his way around it. Plus the glittery blue handkerchief that it was lying on top off was certainly going to help Osomatsu pick it up easier.

To Todomatsu, he said, “No, trying to make him cry less,” then he swooped low and scooped the baby up by starting off with wide arms before his hands went to the center, meeting at the baby’s back behind the handkerchief. Osomatsu lifted the child from the sofa, but it still cried and wiggled, its movements supplying for the lack of weight it was in Osomatsu’s hold.

It flailed, tiny hands striking against Osomatsu’s jaw, kicks slamming against his shoulders—he hoped it had nothing to do with him being wet. Osomatsu stepped back flinching, but tried to maintain keeping the child in his arms the best way possible, finding the best way to hold him for both the comfort of the toddler and his own. He slid his hands underneath it, trying to use his arms in a way that they acted as a barrier, slightly knocking against the baby’s sides until it decided not to move as much anymore. He adjusted the handkerchief, overlapping its corners over the baby’s body, its celeste top. This helped trap the baby’s arms until it wasn’t flinging as much anymore.

Jyushimatsu breathed, “Niisan?”

Though the baby was no longer thrashing, it was still sobbing uncontrollably. Osomatsu bit his lip, imagining what the best move to make was. But recalling the mother he had seen earlier, he decided to begin swaying, humming lightly until the baby quieted down slightly, still sniffing and whimpering, but no longer filling the room with deafening howling.

Choromatsu sounded stunned. “How?”

“Shh…” Osomatsu didn’t know if that was meant for Choromatsu or the baby—probably both. Osomatsu stepped away from the couch, keeping his eyes on the whimpering child even when he was aware of his brothers trying to make eye contact with him. “Hello there,” Osomatsu soothed, lightly rubbing his thumb against the baby’s blanketed waits. “I dunno ‘bout the others, but Osomatsu’s got you. Are you hungry? Or do you want to play with someone’s hair?” He chuckled lightly before turning to his brothers. “What were you supposed to do?”

“Um…” Todomatsu brought out his phone and swiped on the screen after peeling off one of his gloves. “Oh, it’s his nap time. We were trying to make him sleep.”

Osomatsu dipped his chin. “I see.” I can’t believe you need to check your phone to remember what you were just doing. He brought his focus back on the small child, so petite and little that it was hard to imagine the fight he had put up against his brothers. “So you need to sleep now, don’t ya? Do you sleep in a cradle often? Or does mommy need to sway you in order for you to fall asleep?” When the baby didn’t change his motions, Osomatsu reached towards one of the strings of his hoodie and inserted it in between the fingers of the child. And he had to admit how surprised he was to see the size difference of his hand to this child’s. How very far it was.

The child slowed its crying, bringing its eyes to the string in its hand. It began tugging, at first startling Osomatsu, but he managed to harden himself enough as the baby continued pulling on the string with as much force as it could. It was making these confused, baby noises that they made when they discovered an interesting toy, unaware of how to use it, so they just kept touching it to figure it out. He had to admit that its innocence and lack of understanding was cute.

Osomatsu chuckled. “Like the string? It isn’t hair, but it’s soft and thin. W-Wait, don’t bite it. It’s dirty.” Osomatsu adjusted the string, pulling on it a bit from the baby’s mouth. It came out with tinges of saliva, but to his surprise, he didn’t recoil at the sight if it. “When you’re a big boy, I bet mommy and daddy would treat you to some spaghetti. They’re long and squiggly too, and you can eat them up. Won’t you like that?”

The baby looked up at him with its big, watery eyes. Osomatsu felt nostalgia coarse through him, but he shrugged it off as he walked them over to the window, at the rain sailing down from the sky. “Look at that, little guy. Know what that is? It’s called rain. Osomatsu loves the rain. It’s very cold and nice, perfect if you wanted to sleep.” He bobbed the baby. “At this time, some say that the moon could be up. But it’s hiding behind the clouds, see? And the stars are too. But I love the stars, you know why? They remind me of my brothers.”

Now he wanted to slap himself for his big mouth, for his unexpected slip, and for his lack of awareness. He was certain that he was being watched so closely now, his movements being studied, and it made him tense as he refused looking behind him.

“Bu…”  

Osomatsu looked down at the baby, its tiny voice forcing its way out. “Huh? Boo?” he asked, adding effort to pronounce the toddler’s attempt.

“Bu...ra...za…” it released.

Karamatsu gasped from behind.

Osomatsu let a moment of stunned silence pass before he spoke again. He tried keeping a soft timbre to his voice as he resumed, hiding his surprise. “Yeah. Buraza. Do you have any? I have five of them, and all of them have been trying so hard to take care of you. The same way that I, as the oldest one, takes care of them.” He returned his gaze to the window, at the pouring rain. “And I can’t imagine what it would be like if I couldn’t take care of them. When I was lonely once without them, all I could do was look out for stars. But I only saw the moon that night. It was lonely like me.”

He reached towards the glass of the window and pulled it towards them. When one side of the window shushed a part of the rain, Osomatsu said, “When I see the stars outside with the moon, it awakens mirth in me because they give the moon company. And for me, that’s what my brothers do to me when I feel alone. If it weren’t for them, I’m the one left casting the world with my purpose while they do theirs. But what’s the point of that if I wasn’t with them and they weren’t with me? We’re supposed to be together forever, aren’t we?” He chuckled, because if he didn’t he was surely going to get choked-up. “Do you feel lonely without your parents with you? Do you wish you were with them?”

The baby opened its mouth. “O...Ah?”

“Well, if they aren’t here with you now, they will be soon.” Osomatsu pulled the other glass towards them, and the sound of the rain lessened in volume. “Just like I’m back with my brothers, right? Everything works out in the end. If you’re lonely, you can always find your way back to someone you love when the time comes. So, I hope you can carry out this teaching I gave you when you get older. From the looks of it, you’re a smart and very tough baby. When you’re older, you’d be one to kick some ass if someone tries to mug you.”

Choromatsu startled. “O-O—!”

Todomatsu elbowed him, effectively shushing him.

Osomatsu ignored them, but he was aware of his younger brother’s intention. “Um, forget I said the A-word, ‘right? That’s inappropriate for someone like you. Stay with what I told you about time instead, okay? How patience is a virtue, and you’ll always end up with the people you love at the end of a dark tunnel.” He arranged the baby into a more comfortable position. “But first, before you can do that, I think mommy and daddy would like it if you took a nap. And for our sake, maybe we would too. Can you do that for me?”

The baby cocked its head. “...uwa?”

Osomatsu smirked, pulling it closer to his chest. “I heard Karamatsu-chan’s lullabies don’t work on you. Would you mind if I were the one who tried? Hm?” He placed the boy’s head to where his heart was and rubbed the salty trails on his flabby cheeks. “I don’t really sing, and usually, I suck when I do. But would you care if I tried? Here? With you?” When the baby made a small sound, Osomatsu took that as a yes. He looked back up at the storm clouds outside their window, searching for the moon and stars hiding somewhere behind the storm as he began swaying his arms.

“When you wish upon a star, Makes no difference who you are~ Anything your heart desires, Will come to you~”

He felt the baby slacken in his hold, a small yawn growing on its mouth as its little eyes fluttered shut. Osomatsu continued his swaying, grazing his thumb over its vulnerable little fingers. “You like that?” he whispered, the softest he’s ever whispered. But it felt natural, the tender longing of it captivating, and he sighed, resuming,

“If your heart is in your dream, No request is too extreme~ When you wish upon a star As dreamers do~”  

The sliding door of their shared bedroom opened, and Ichimatsu slipped in. “Oi,” he announced with regular volume, “I called his parents. They’ll be here in about an h—”

“SHH…!” the remaining four hissed; Osomatsu merely turned towards them partially, the corner of his mouth raised in a half-smirk.

“Quiet. The baby’s sleeping,” Osomatsu told their reddening fourth-born.

Ichimatsu’s lazy eyelids weren’t lazy anymore, and his eyes went as wide as his brothers’ were earlier; everyone was watching Osomatsu now. Jyushimatsu was smiling brightly, hugging Karamatsu’s body brightly, ignoring the pee stains as the second-oldest rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist. Choromatsu remained as boggled as earlier as he stared at his eldest brother, his angular mouth hanging open. And Todomatsu was pleasantly filming the scene with his phone, having removed his gloves and tossed them off towards their ruined couch. When Osomatsu remained staring at the five of them, Todomatsu mouthed a Just continue to him alongside a swift hand gesture.

Osomatsu glanced back at the baby, cuddling lovingly by his chest. Todomatsu was right that it wouldn’t be wise to stop now, not at this perfect moment, and for their selfish sake—the chance that they actually managed to check something off from its parent's bucket list. So returning to the window, watching the raindrops pass by, Osomatsu continued lovingly.

“Fate is kind~ She brings to those who love, The sweet fulfillment of, Their secret longing~

Like a bolt out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you through~ When you wish upon a star, Your dreams... come... true~”

Later when the baby’s parents returned, Osomatsu was the one who received the biggest payment, just to lose it all when he went to the Pachinko Parlor the following day. It was expected—what would change with the Matsuno family’s eldest son after all?

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*pounding fists on table* MATSU ANDROID HEADCANONS. Please I beg you.

!!! Hecka yeah!!!

These are kind of tiny drabbles about how they all become deviant and meet you……. So, I’ll uh!!! Try to get some actual headcanons about their actual jobs and stuff soon maybe !!!!

Osomatsu:

Companion android!!

He’s supposed to be an android that helps out around the house, but he sucks so bad at it that he ends up in trouble. His first home– they abuse him. He doesn’t do things correctly even though he tries his best and so he gets abused by his owners before they damage him pretty bad and drop him off in the garbage somewhere.

That’s when you find him, and his whole world changes.

He’s fun to be around then. Not the best with children though, as he’ll fake powering down when faced with children, but he’s overall chummy in general. He’s supposed to help out around the house, but would rather go on errands outside of the house instead. And, it works. You take him in and he’s loyal to a fault. He waits for you to come home to him everyday, and just can’t imagine life without you.

Karamatsu:

A performer, it’s only natural. He was given orders to stay charismatic for the most part, and loved his job.

Until he and the entire crew were abandoned.

Collecting dust, he can’t do anything but wait in the wings of the stage and sing songs of jubilee while feeling less than himself. He’ll roam the theatre on days he reminiscences, though he knows he can’t get such happy times back. On one of these such days, you burst in hiding from the rain.

He’s curious, surprised and feels a spark within him at your new arrival. Nobody ever came but drugees and homeless people. You’re surprised yourself, and even more so when he asks if he can come with you.

The answer was easy. Your days were boring, having him around could help bring you out of your everyday grays.

Choromatsu:

Office android, just an android that works for some big company.

Pretty mundane, he does accounting type of work and points clients in the right direction. He takes his job seriously, otherwise he gets threatened with being junked. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to die, and that “being junked” is basically what death would be for him.

So, he works.

Until, one day he just can’t take anymore. A rowdy client shoves him hard enough to break an arm. You’re standing by, but can’t find yourself to step forward when you notice the angry client reach for their back pocket. With all your energy, you scream for him to run and he does without looking back. You follow close behind, trying to keep up with the now chaotic mob around you.

Ichimatsu

Surgeon!!!

Androids don’t feel emotions, right? He’s precise, delivers news efficiently and doesn’t even need to get paid. You’d think he’d be held esteemly in his work place, but he isn’t. It gets bad, and even though he tries to remain neutral it doesn’t work and he begins to think that he’s trash himself.

Until he performs a surgery on you. And while doing check-ups, you thank him. Nobody ever did that, ever. They all looked at him in disgust and cried that an android even touched them.

At that moment, he felt something inside him break. He wanted to make sure you stay shining and happy, just like you did when you thanked him.

Jyushimatsu:

He’s a cleaner!

While he cleans, he gets pushed around a lot. Nobody likes androids, and he just doesn’t understand why. He doesn’t let it mind him though, and quickly gets accustomed to drinks being spilled on him and people shoving him down.

He’s content with his daily life when he gets notified that he’s been bought and that he’ll be doing housekeeping instead. He gets delivered to his new job, and meets you. A cheerful introduction and some time spent with not only you but your family, he gets attached. Especially to you.

Then word of you moving away catches his ears, and he all but snaps. You quickly calm him down though, letting him know that you were actually taking him with you.

And for once, he feels happy.

Todomatsu:

A sex android.

Let’s not get into the gritty details, he hates his job. He’s disrespected, ordered to do things that he’s not sure he wants to do and otherwise unhappy. Then, he gets it in his head to run away.

So, he does. He flees the establishment, but not without taking damage. Bleeding blue and nearly shutting down, you pick him up and take him home. When he wakes up, he’s confused. Why was he still alive? You tell him that you quickly ran to get the biocomponents he needed to live, and he furrows his eyebrows.

Live? Just what was he doing up until now? After eyeing you for quite some time, he decides then. He wants to thank you, but also live. He wants to try living with you.

– Mod Daisy~

#mod Daisy #android matsus #al matsu #eep hope these make sense sbdjdjfa #!!!!!

[jyushimatsurepliez]

@makaniistorm

{Ooooohboy. Here we go. This is gonna be long. I’ll put a cut at some point so it doesn’t pollute too much.

Okay, so... Against all odds I was NOT expecting the episode to go that way? For one thing, I’m really glad Matsuzo’s not dead. This would’ve been the worst scenario and I don’t know how the family would’ve been able to recover from it. I’m glad The Man is okay...

With that said, I am SO CURIOUS to see where they’re going with this, and if they’re actually gonna find, this time, some half-baked way to make this plot march on and be like “this is a happy ending”, or be trolls all the way through. And... Is it bad that I’m STILL wishing for the latter?

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t as depressing as “Letter”. At the very least it’s a lot more realistic. The Big Bad of starting to work, forgetting your own personality and priorities and getting separated from everyone doesn’t appear suddenly and for no reason. It’s done progressively. The boys don’t leave home. They start working for the very valid reason that they wanna care for their parents, which is sweet, and probably the reason why most people start seeking work. But... That in itself is also pretty depressing in more cunning ways. You force yourself to do “the right thing”, and because it feels so right, you feel proud, and you keep marching on showing everyone (especially yourself) how good you’re doing, not noticing how the loneliness and the loss of your real self (and of the belief you had a “real self” in the first place) settle in until it’s too late.

And that’s where the red sunset and the bright blue rain come in.

(Side note: I kept wondering “Which depressing music are they gonna be using for the strong scenes this time?”. Kudos to the show for still surprising me by using NO BACKGROUND MUSIC AT ALL. It’s all carried by the strong visuals, the little background noises, Sakurai’s TOP-NOTCH voice acting and Endo’s occasional, oddly sympathetic-with-no-bullshit responses. Great directing choices if I ever knew any.)

But yeah. Oso’s questions aren’t uncalled for at all, and I can’t be the only adult who’s gone through all of them and still doesn’t have a clear answer to this day. What I’m pretty sure I DO know after pondering over these issues time and time again is that we don’t do it because it’s good or because it looks cool. We do it because we don’t have a choice. We do it because of the cold realization that we can’t keep sucking on life’s resources forever without contributing to them. Which sometimes can come in the form of your care-giver collapsing (or it could be losing their job, or getting overall more tired as time goes on, or, y’know... Worse. Whichever worked for ya.)

We don’t shove the raw, sincere personality we’ve had as a child deep within ourselves and get to work and let what we called “home” just become a hotel-like place you go to sleep in and leave in the morning because it’s a good thing. We do it because it’s the only thing we can do.

It’s embedded within nature. Life and nature put us together and then take us apart so we can maybe get together with other people again and procreate and keep the cycle going. And even if we don’t procreate, even if we’re lonely all our life, we still gotta go and march in the same direction as everyone does. So are we making our own choices in this? Honestly, Oso, I’m not sure we are. But it always ends up coming down to this anyway, isn’t it.

And you can try to temperate it all you want, by for example staying at your parents’ and wearing the clothes you always wore. You’ll still lose something. Because life is about losing good things and doing your best to build new ones which aren’t the same until you lose these again. When you start working all day (which must be WAY more of a strain in Japan, too), you earn your family’s respect, but as you see them less and catch up with them less, they become kind of strangers, too. Strangers you once knew.

Oh, yeah. ‘Cause for the record. That Sokudo scene everyone’s been praising? It broke my heart. Because it hit SO FUCKING CLOSE TO HOME. My little brothers too, when we would meet again after not seeing each other for a long while, have been doing things completely out of their characters but that looked like a proper “classic sibling teasing” thing to do, so it could feel like we were never apart at all. It’s really kind, their heart’s in the right place and I’ll always be grateful for it, but... It’s still forced. In trying so hard to show that things never really changed, it just ends up emphasizing that things will never be the same.

I mean it’s painfully obvious how not-the-same things are. Osomatsu, who's always depended on his brothers to live and be himself, is alone and left to smirk to himself for lack of better company. Choromatsu’s doing the teasing to force some smiles out of others. Karamatsu will still be his painful self (which is actually such a fucking relief, bless that man), but Ichimatsu will suck his hateful reactions in for the sake of social interaction. Jyushimatsu doesn’t smile anymore; he’s not hyper anymore; he just doesn’t have the energy anymore.

This world is an unforgiving world to children especially.

And that’s what life does to you. You’ll feel proud because you’re going through it, but it doesn’t stop being painful, and it doesn’t stop cunningly, slowly but surely, ending the daily happy things and covering’em with a confusing blank slate.

This right here is the one thing that broke my heart more than the Sokudo moment. I gasped and hid behind my blanket when I heard it. Once again the show got fucking real on us, and that harsh reality may well be the biggest foe Osomatsu will ever have to face because it keeps coming back.

But he’s been questioning it... And honestly I’m curious to see where his reasoning got him. XD Those guys are asses for giving us a cliffhanger, but all’s fair in war, ain’t it. I’m waiting, big bro. Whatever you got... Bring it on.}

#ooc #osomatsu san #osomatsu san spoilers #sakura #spoilers #season 2 episode 24 #makaniistorm #anon #ask pool #long post #author's note

[dreamy-selfships]

What's your favorite think about each of your F/Os?

HHHHHHHHHHH okay here we go. this is gonna be a long one lol.

🌭 Sans - My favorite thing about this guy is that he quite literally saved my life. Back in 2015 when I first played Undertale, I was in a super abusive relationship. I had been trapped in that relationship for 6 years at this point, and was seriously considering suicide. I fell in love with Sans and the first time I beat the game, the pacifist neutral route, his phone call at the end really stuck with me. “don’t give up wherever you are, ok?” It really felt like he was speaking to *me*, not just the “player”. My love for him led me to my fiancé, Shadysans, who gave me the courage to leave my abuser. I know it’s cheesey as hell but damn, Sans heckin’ saved me. I’ll always love him for that.

🎩 Black Hat - This turd. I’ve always had a weakness for villains/evil characters and he just fit perfectly into my heart. I’m not really sure what my favorite thing about him is tbh?? Could be his temper and the fact that he’d absolutely kill me sfhddgghddfssdh but I like to imagine maybe he’d have a soft spot for me.

🌈 The Warden - Good lord, this boy is so so sweet and just wants to help people. Granted he has the worst way of going about it, but I can’t blame him considering the abuse he endured growing up. He’s just so bright and cheerful and so dedicated to treating his inmates well. He just cares too much and didn’t have the childhood he deserved.

❄️ Loki - God of mischief, and adorably so. I love the way he commands respect but also isn’t immune to humiliation. His character development over the Thor movies is wonderful, and I can’t help but feel so so sorry for him in the first two. He radiates chaotic neutral energy, I’m so happy when he finally gets to a point where he can just do what he wants without directly harming anyone. Granted, leaving Odin at an old folk’s home was pretty shitty but he could’ve done much worse considering his past actions. I want to give him the love and admiration he so desperately wants and deserves.

🐻 Mogar - What can I say, he’s a feral version of Micheal and I love him. Idk what it is with me and animalistic characters I just.. OOPH they’re so attractive. Truth be told I haven’t actually watched the entirety of X-Ray and Vav (I intend to don’t worry). Honestly I just have a huge crush on Michael so I just quietly ship myself with Mogar since shipping yourself with real people is kinda weird and creepy, especially when that person is married with kids lol. Don’t get me wrong, I love Lindsay and Iris with all my heart and I’m so happy for their little family (I can’t believe they’re having another kid already omggg).

🍝 Papyrus - Sans’ little bro and my second favorite skeleton. He’s so precious and just wants the best for people. He still believes in you to do the right thing, even in the genocide route (which I’ve NEVER done and won’t ever do lol). He is so supportive and some days I just need a good kick in the ass from someone like him to inspire me to do the best that I possibly can.

😈 Luci - Ah yes, the embodiment of all my intrusive thoughts. Like I said before, I just have a weakness for evil characters, and this little shit fit right in. I love his sarcastic and sassy attitude, but also the way he cares for Bean?? Like he’s such a huge enabler but he also doesn’t want her to get hurt. I think that’s so sweet considering he’s a literal demon.

😡 Dan Mandel - My angry trash husband, hell-bent on getting revenge for everything that’s ever wronged him. I honestly relate to his frustration and just love his sass. He’s absolutely horrible, but can also just be so sweet.

🐱 Ichimatsu - He’s just… So messed up and I love it. He loves cats and probably suffers from depression, just like me so I just immediately gravitated towards him. I can imagine just laying with him for hours with our cats.

[dragonflybelle]

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Osomatsu-08 - The hellish battle for the toilet

Osomatsu: Arghh... I'm hungry!! 

Todomatsu: I was somehow able to make it through skipping lunch, but going without dinner is just too tough... 

Osomatsu: I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry! My stomach and my back are starting to fuse together. 

Ichimatsu: Why did our parents go away all of a sudden? 

Choromatsu: Some friends of theirs couldn't go on a trip they'd planned, so they went instead. 

Osomatsu: All because they were too cheap to pay the cancellation fees! Hah... at least leave us some dinner before going... 

Choromatsu: Or at least if they had left us some money we could have gotten take out or bought something... So they’re coming back tomorrow evening, aren't they? 

Todomatsu: ...Does that mean we won't be able to eat anything else until then!? 

Jyushimatsu: ........ We'll die!!!! 

Osomatsu: That's right, we'll die, won't we!? Ah, we'll have to do that thing. Get Chibita to put it on our tab like always... 

Choromatsu: Unfortunately, Chibita's stall is closed until the day after tomorrow. 

Osomatsu: Hah? Why!? 

Choromatsu: Because he's going to do martial arts training. 

Osomatsu: Wait, why is an oden seller going to do martial arts training!? I don't understand why!!

Jyushimatsu: ...I'm at my limit! 

Karamatsu: Me too, brothers. I can see heaven in front of me... 

Ichimatsu: Uh oh, everyone I can see in front of me has exactly the same face. 

Choromatsu: No, it’s always been that way! 

Osomatsu: Ah, whatever! We can't go on like this much longer! Hey, if we dig around in the fridge, we're bound to find some kind of ingredients or something, aren't we? 

Todomatsu: But what would we do with those? We can't cook. 

Osomatsu: Don’t be so pessimistic, Todomatsu. We can probably do it if we try. If the six of us work together, we’ll manage it somehow. 

Choromatsu: Hah... That's right, we can't stay like this much longer... Let's try. Erm, there are carrots, potatoes, pork and broccoli. 

Jyushimatsu: There are also milk and eggs! 

Osomatsu: But look, there's not much of any of them. It's not enough to make something for six people. 

Ichimatsu: You're right. If only there were some why we could bulk it out. 

Osomatsu: Bulk it out... ...Ah, I thought of something good! How about using all of this and making a stew? 

Todomatsu: Ah, that's a good idea! That will increase how much there is! But we don't really have any roux, do we? 

Osomatsu: Can't you make stew just by boiling vegetables in milk and adding some random seasonings? 

Choromatsu: There's no way that's the case... but I guess all we can do is hope for a miracle. 

Osomatsu: Oh! Hey Jyushimatsu, cut those vegetables. 

Jyushimatsu: Dumb dumb yay! Dumb dumb yay!

Osomatsu: Hey, put the cut vegetables into the pot. 

Todomatsu In we go...! And now I'll put some milk in... 

Karamatsu: For the flavouring... let's just put whatever in. Salt and pepper and soy sauce. 

Todomatsu: Wah, the soy sauce has turned it all dark.. Is this really going to be ok? 

Osomatsu: If we put butter in as the secret ingredient, it'll be fine, won't it? 

Choromatsu: Wah, it's turned into dark milk with oil floating on the top... 

Osomatsu: ...It also smells kind of funny, but I'm sure it's fine! Now we just need to let it boil! 

Osomatsu: Alright, get your bowls ready, everyone! 

Sextuplets: ... 

Osomatsu: ... Alright, let’s eat. 

Choromatsu: Ye, yeah. Thanks for the food... 

Sextuplets: ... Chew... ... 

Ichimatsu: ...It's bad. 

Todomatsu: Yeah... it's bad alright. Is this really stew? 

Karamatsu: It's not really stew, is it? ...Milk soup? 

Choromatsu: That's right, if you think of it as stew when you eat it, it tastes bad... if you think of it as milk soup, then it's not so bad... probably. 

Osomatsu: Yeah, well anyway, it's pretty well done considering we can't cook. 

Choromatsu: Can you really say that though? See look, even Jyushimatsu... 

Jyushimatsu: Yucky! What is this! Oue! Oue! 

Choromatsu: Even though he's saying that, he's still eating it up. 

Ichimatsu: It's bad, but it's not inedible. Seems like it will keep our hunger at bay. 

Todomatsu: Yes. Just goes to show that if the six of us work together we'll manage somehow. 

Osomatsu: Yeah. We're the unbeatable brothers! 

Sextuplets: Hahahahaha, hahahahaha...! 

Sextuplets:...

Osomatsu: ...!? (Huh? What what what!? My stomach is kinda super painful!? I, I'm drenched in a cold sweat... And I feel like something's going to come out of me from both ends...! Could this be the result of last night's dinner? I better wake up and investigate a little...) 

Osomatsu: Ugh... Um... I'm sure we threw away the trash here... Ah, is this the milk carton...? Geh, the use by date was two months ago!? What was this doing in the fridge!? And how did none of us realise until now!? Gwack...! (Anyway, I have no choice but to let it all out now. Off to the toilet...!) 

Osomatsu: Hah... hah... (The toilet is... right over there...!) 

Osomatsu: Heh? 

Jyushimatsu: Gooooo!! 

Osomatsu: Gwah!! Jyushimatsu, you bastard. ...!? 

Todomatsu: Hah... hah... toilet... toilet... 

Karamatsu: If you touch me right now... you don't know what is going to come flying out, brothers... 

Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan... Move it... You're in my way... 

Ichimatsu: Argh... argh... argh...

Jyushimatsu: Ahaha, ahahahaha... 

Osomatsu: (Shit... it's all of us? But there's only one toilet! Should I fight them for it? But what would I have to do to win in this situation? At times like this... That's right, I can ask that person!) 

Osomatsu: Hello... Yeah, that's right. I'm facing a threat to my human dignity, what should I do!? 

Option One: Go in order of who is closest to the edge! 

Osomatsu: Ok, got it...! Everyone, listen up! Let's go in order of who is closest to the brink. Ah, so that means from me. I'm one step away from exploding. 

Ichimatsu: Wait. Being one step away is not that bad. I'm at the level where it's bypassed my butt and about to come out of my mouth. 

Karamatsu: Stop fooling around brothers. I've already let some out! 

Jyushimatsu: Me too! 

Osomatsu: You don't need to come out to us about that!! 

Ichimatsu: In this situation, arguing about who is closest to the edge is pointless, isn't it? 

Osomatsu: It's pointless, so that means...

Karamatsu: Yeah. In other words... 

Osomatsu: (...I need to force my way through!!) 

Todomatsu: Woahhhhhh! Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, get out the way!! 

Jyushimatsu: ... Let's go! 

Todomatsu: Gahh!! ...Ugh. 

Choromatsu: So one of us is down... Nice going, Jyushimatsu! Now, while I have the chance...! 

Ichimatsu: Hmm, There's an illegal X rated idol DVD here... 

Choromatsu: No way, whose!? ...Ah... 

Jyushimatsu: I'm in front!! 

Osomatsu: Hey, Jyushimatsu, pass! 

Jyushimatsu: Hey, a ball?  Alright alright! 

Karamatsu; !? Oi, don't come this way...! Wooooah!? 

Jyushimatsu: Ah... the pitch hit the batter...

Karamatsu: Oh... 

Osomatsu: The two of them went down together. 

Ichimatsu: The toilet... belongs to me...! 

Osomatsu: Do you think I'm going to let you... do thaat!! 

Ichimatsu: Guff...!? A direct blow is against the rules... isn't... it... Ah. 

Osomatsu; Alright, all of them are down! (I won...! I was the victor in this battle...!) Hee hee hee... hahahahahahahahahaha!! ...heh? Why!? Why won't the door open!? There's no one in there, is there!? 

Matsuyo: Oh no, now I come to I think about it…

Matsuzo: What is it? 

Matsuyo: I completely forgot... The key to our bathroom broke and the door won't open. I wonder how the NEETs are doing. 

Matsuzo: I'm sure it's not a problem. They'll just have to go to the one in the nearby park or to the convenience store. 

Matsuyo. Hee hee, that's true. 

Matsuzo: Vacations are fun aren't they.  Wahahahaha. 

Matsuyo: Tee hee hee hee. 

Sextuplets: ...

Osomatsu: No... way...

Option Two: Hurry to the public toilets in the park! 

Osomatsu: So that we have that option! (I didn't realise that.. That's right, there are other toilets!) 

Todomatsu: What is it, Osomatsu-niisan? Did you lose your will to fight? 

Osomatsu: Yeah, pretty much... You guys enjoy your pointless battle! 

Todomatsu: Wha... where's he going!? 

Choromatsu: That's it! He's planning on going to a different toilet! 

Karamatsu: Of course, well thought of, brother...! 

Osomatsu: Hah... hah... The short cut to the park is... here! 

Jyushimatsu: Turia!!

Osomatsu: !? That was close! Why are stones being flung around!? 

Jyushimatsu: I won't let you get away, Osomatsu-niisan. 

Osomatsu: Geh, they're chasing after me! 

Todomatsu: ...Hah! 

Osomatsu: Woah!? Hey, Todomatsu, did you learn how to use magic or something? 

Todomatsu: Getting ahead of us is unforgivable. 

Osomatsu: You got this really crazy look in your eyes! Hah, hah...! Shit at this rate they're going to catch up with me...! !? (...I'm nearly at breaking point.) Hah... hah... ...Hmm? (No wait, for some reason my body feels much lighter than before...? Could this be...? A stomach pain high? It's strange. Even though my stomach hurts, I feel as if I could run anywhere. Is it actually... that God has descended into me...!? (Yes, right now I am... invincible!) Woahhhhhhhhh!! 

Osomatsu: Hum hum, hum hum... Ahh, that was close. I was about to lose my dignity has a human being. Speaking of which, I made it in time, but I wonder what happened to the others? ...Well, whatever! It doesn't have anything to do with me! Heh, I feel much better. Now, now, it's about time I got out of here... Hmm? ...Eh. ... There's no... paper... 

Option Three: It's stupid so hang up. 

Osomatsu: ...Huh, why aren't they responding? Can you hear me? Oi? Eh? They hung up? Shit, what a cold human being!! 

Todomatsu: What have you been blabbing on about all this time. You clearly have energy to spare...

Osomatsu: Hey...! I don't have anything left... 

Choromatsu: Hey, what are we going to do about this situation? I don't think we're going to get anywhere if we keep going like this. 

Karamatsu: ...Ah!! 

Todomatsu: What is it, Karamatsu-niisan? Did you let some out? Did it come out of you!? 

Karamatsu: No, not yet... But I've had enough. You guys can cross over my corpse to the toilet...! 

Ichimatsu: Even if you say that, it's still... you know. 

Jyushimatsu: Yeah. If I could move, I would have done that already. 

Todomatsu: Haha... It's too late to fight about it, we... 

Osomatsu: (Yeah, its true. We can't move. If we take even one step, it will all come out.) 

Karamatsu: Heh. It's all over for me now, this is as far as my brilliance goes, it seems. 

Todomatsu: I'm impressed that you can even think of showing off like that in this situation. 

Choromatsu: It's no good... We're all going to go to our graves together... 

Sextuplets: !? 

Totoko: Ah, the door’s unlocked...!? 

Choromatsu: That voice, Totoko-chan? 

Ichimatsu: ...We're finished.

Totoko: Huh, there's kind of a weird smell... Well, whatever, I'm coming in. 

Choromatsu: ... 

Todomatsu: Ah... Choromatsu-niisan. 

Karamatsu: Looks like in the face of adversity, he found it. ...what they call enlightenment. 

Osomatsu: Ah, I kinda... feel it too... 

Jyushimatsu: ... 

Totoko: Ah, all of you are here! I sorry for bursting in unannounced like this. Well, I was just at the convenience store. But on the way back, I just had to use the bathroom and I came here. ...Wait, what's with you all? 

Osomatsu: What do you mean, what's with us? 

Totoko: You seem kinda different to normal... 

Choromatsu: Well of course we are. Human beings are always changing, you know. We grew and change when you're not watching. In other words, the me of today and the me of tomorrow are similar, yet completely different. It's the same for you too, right? 

Totoko: Oh, oh really...? Erm... anyway, can I borrow your bathroom? 

Jyushimatsu: Of course. Go ahead and use it. 

Ichimatsu: Take your time. 

Totoko: Ye, yeah... thank you? 

Osomatsu: ...Heh. (If we moved our legs even at little, we would be in hell. This situation made us thoroughly stronger That's right, after our long penance we obtained enlightenment.) 

Osomatsu: You all have marvellous expressions on your faces, everyone. 

Karamatsu: Heh... I could say the same about you, brother god? 

Choromatsu: I never thought that we'd be able to become stronger together in this way. 

Osomatsu: We cooked and we obtained enlightenment. What do you reckon, guys? There wasn't anything we couldn't achieve after all. 

Ichimatsu: Heh... looks like it. 

Sextuplets: Hahaha, hahahahha... 

Totoko: Hah, it's already so late. And idol walking alone at night is really out of line. I shouldn't have done this! Still... Osomatsu-kun and the others were acting really weird, I wonder if they're ok? How can I put it, they were smiling so much it was almost disgusting. And that smell... Ah... wait a minute... perhaps they've finally made it... 

Totoko: ...To the point of being super masochists. 

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #translation #game #PS Vita #OSOMATSU #08 #The hellish battle for the toilet #long post #Hachamecha shuushoku

[mysterygreentea]

"With kids gloves on" for osomatsu being sick? Or it can be any matsu I don't really mind which just that you bless us with your amazing writing (as long as you have time of course)

Thank you so much, sweet anon! That really makes my day! ^-^

I hope you enjoy this, it was fun to write!

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“Ah-choo!”

It was the tenth time Osomatsu had sneezed since waking up that morning. Or was it the eleventh? He’d lost track, and his head felt so stuffed up he didn’t want to waste his energy counting anyway. Instead he just grabbed another tissue from the box beside him, blew his nose, and tossed the crumpled-up tissue toward the garbage can, where it bounced off the tall pile of used tissues already accumulated there. He didn’t bother getting up to throw it away the right way.

Crinkling his nose, Todomatsu plucked the dirty tissue from the ground and threw it away properly. Osomatsu knew he wouldn’t have done it, had he not already been wearing rubber gloves and a flu mask simply because he was in Osomatsu’s general vicinity. At least he had the civility to say, “Bless you.”

“Thanks.” Osomatsu sniffled, then coughed.

Choromatsu frowned slightly as he glanced at Osomatsu. “You’ve been coughing and sneezing an awful lot today. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,�� Osomatsu mumbled, sniffling again. God, his nose was so plugged up. “It’s just a cold, no big deal.”

“Just a cold the rest of us are inevitably going to catch now,” Todomatsu muttered, though to his credit he was still in the same room as Osomatsu and hadn’t banished the eldest to the solitude of the spare bedroom. Yet.

Choromatsu still didn’t seem too convinced, but he didn’t say anything else either, which Osomatsu was grateful for. He hated being sick, but he also hated any of his brothers feeling like they needed to take care of him when he was sick. He was probably a big enough pain as it was to them, so why add to that by making them wait on him? This was just a minor head cold, something he could easily deal with on his own. He wasn’t even running a fever. Well, a high one, anyway.

Suddenly Osomatsu felt another sneeze tickle his nose, and with record timing he snatched up a tissue and managed to catch the sneeze before he could spread any more of his germs through the air.

“Bless you,” Todomatsu said, with a little less irritation in his voice than he’d had before.

“Thanks.” His voice was really stuffy-sounding and hoarse now. He rested his head against the back of the couch, only then realizing how much it was pounding. Probably from all the coughing and sneezing.

It’s fine, I’ll be okay…soon enough.

“My brothers,” Karamatsu’s voice rang out then, as he entered the room, “I’ve made drinks for everyone.” He carried in a tray with steaming cups on it, which he placed on the table.

“Hmm? You made tea for everyone, Karamatsu?” Choromatsu asked with surprise, peering at the cups on the tray.

“Of course! I’ll do anything for my dear brothers, it’s my pleasure.” Karamatsu flashed a sparkling grin that made Todomatsu roll his eyes. Then he selected one of the cups in particular, and carried it over to Osomatsu on the couch. “This is yours, Osomatsu.”

“Why?” Osomatsu raised his eyebrow suspiciously. “You didn’t, like, lace this with cough syrup or something again, did you? Because I totally noticed that the last time…”

“Non, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Karamatsu responded, then paused thoughtfully. “Though I suppose you could say I added Nature’s cough syrup. I put a little honey in yours, as I heard it’s supposed to be good for your throat.”

“Oh…well, thanks.” Osomatsu blew on the tea and took a small sip, careful not to scorch his tongue.

“No trouble at all, brother. I figured I might as well since I was making tea for everyone else, too.”

Osomatsu peered at Karamatsu shiftily as he sipped his drink. He knew making drinks for the others was just an excuse to make tea for Osomatsu too, because Karamatsu knew he would’ve refused to let him make any for him otherwise. He wouldn’t have wanted him to go to any extra trouble for him. But well, now it was too late for that, wasn’t it? Besides, the tea was good. The honey was helping to soothe his throat, and the steam that rose from it helped clear his clogged sinuses some.

Sly thinking, Kara. You win this round.

The rest of the brothers accepted their cups and sipped their tea as well. Todomatsu glanced at the time on his phone and remarked, “It’s getting late. Where are Ichi and Jyushi? I thought they’d be back by lunchtime.”

“They’ll be back soon, I’m sure,” Choromatsu replied, unconcerned. “Jyushi dragged Ichi out to play baseball, or something like that. And Ichi mentioned they’d bring home lunch since Mom and Dad aren’t around today.” He exchanged a quick glance with Karamatsu, who nodded slightly in return.

Hmmm…they’re up to something, aren’t they…

“Look, guys, I know you’re trying something here…some underhanded way of trying to take care of me.” Osomatsu pointed at his eyes, then at his brothers in return, implying he was watching them. “I’m onto you. Just saying.”

Choromatsu shrugged. “Whatever you say, Osomatsu.” He wasn’t about to confess.

It wasn’t unusual for them, that was for sure. Osomatsu was always adamant that he didn’t need his little brothers to take care of him–it was his job to worry about them, not the other way around, in his opinion (though it was debatable how often he did that anyway). Over the years the brothers had to develop their own secretive ways to make sure he was being taken care of, and make it seem like they weren’t actually doing anything for him. He’d always been aware of this, even when they thought they were being sneaky.

Osomatsu would’ve protested, but found he didn’t have the energy to right then. He drank the rest of his tea, set the empty cup down, and curled up on one end of the couch, figuring he’d rest his eyes for just a minute…

He must’ve dozed off, because the next thing he knew he was being woken up by Jyushimatsu, who was speaking to him in an unnaturally hushed voice (for him, at least).

“Osomatsu-niisan, are you hungry?” he asked in a whisper. “We got lunch.”

Osomatsu stirred slightly, stifling a yawn. He noticed that when he while he was sleeping, someone had draped a blanket over him, tucking it up under his chin. He rubbed his bleary eyes and glanced at the brother occupying the other end of the couch next to him, Ichimatsu. “Did you cover me up?”

“You looked cold.” The words dropped bluntly from Ichimatsu’s mouth as always, though he regarded Osomatsu with a little sympathy in his eyes. “You were shivering. You need to take better care of yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Osomatsu wheezed as he responded. At least his head felt a little less fuzzy from the nap, brief as it was. “What took you guys so long when you were out, anyway?”  

“We went to the store on the way back,” Jyushimatsu said casually. Or at least in a tone that, for him, constituted as casual. “There was a sale so we got some things Choromatsu told us to…I mean that we needed.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Osomatsu responded, cutting a glance at Choromatsu, who pointedly ignored the look. “And would that happen to include, say, cold medicine?”

“Yup!” Jyushimatsu nodded obliviously. “And we got some more tea and some throat lozenges and stuff, too.”

Osomatsu cracked a smirk in Choromatsu’s direction, and Choromatsu just shrugged indifferently in response. What a bad liar. All of them are, actually.

“Oh! Also, we got ramen for lunch today,” Jyushimatsu went on. “Karamatsu requested it.”

 “Heh, what can I say? I have a hunger that only broth and noodles can conquer right now.” Karamatsu was so not convincing, despite his dramatic delivery.

Yeah, right. Sure. It can’t be because he knows ramen is usually all I feel like eating when I’m sick and my throat hurts. Nope, not at all.

Osomatsu cleared his throat then, garnering his brothers’ attention. “You guys all suck at lying. You all have to know by now I am totally aware of all your tactics, right?”

“Well…pretty much,” Todomatsu admitted.

“We wouldn’t need to use these tactics in the first place, if you just let us take care of you like any normal sick person would do,” Choromatsu added with indignation.

“It’s stupid to pretend you’re above help, just because you’re the oldest,” Ichimatsu muttered, chiming in for once.  

“You know how I feel about that,” Osomatsu retorted. “But you still do it anyway. Why?”

“Because you’re our brother!” the five other brothers exclaimed at once. “We want to help you!”

“As long as you’re not being a jerk about it,” Todomatusu added, more to himself than out loud.

Osomatsu didn’t care about that, though. All he cared about was the genuine look of concern his younger siblings gave him, the fact that they tried so hard to take care of him in a way he’d accept, that they put so much effort into it even though all he had was a measly cold. A small smile spread across his face, and for once he found himself able to accept a little help when Karamatsu insisted on propping a pillow behind his back and Choromatsu measured out some cold medicine for him to take before they ate. Maybe, in the end, it was pointless to fight it. And maybe, for once, he didn’t want to.

Damn…I guess they do care, after all.

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #sickfic #fanfiction #prompts

[ask-angel-niisan]

Visiting Home

((So uh I have a story set out for this blog. This doesnt affect the blog, just a fun story for you all. These will eventually conatin BLMatsu, but I'll be sure to tag it! I'll post this to a03 as well)) ------- Todomatsu looked out the window to his his older brother, Jyushimatsu, sitting excitedly on the cirb, knees curls up to his chest and rocking back and forth as his wide eyes stared up at the sky. Todomatsu smiled softly. Osomatsu must be coming home to visit today. He’d been visiting for about five months now, making regular visits since his training had ended. He say it was no problem, but the youngest had always known He was sneaking out while his comrades were sleeping, hurriedly scrambling back before any of them noticed he was gone. Choromatsu walked up from behind Todomatsu, “He’s waiting again, huh?” “Yeah. He was pretty much bouncing with excitement when he woke up this morning.” Choromatsu gave a soft laugh. “Well, let’s just be ready for when he comes. It’s been a few weeks, he’s gonna be mushy.” Choromatsu said. Todomatsu nodded, and headed back inside.Choromatsu watched Jyushimatsu for a few more seconds before following suit. Jyushimatsu had heard the whole conversation, but didn’t really pay attention. His eyes had glued themselves to the clouds, looking for a particular shape. He felt another presence sit beside him, the dark aura telling him who it was. “You think he’s on his way, Ichimatsu-niisan?” “I’m sure he is.” “Ah, look look! There he is!” Jyushimatsu pointed to a shifting shape in the clouds. A small tint of pink and yellow was barely visible from the clouds. As it got closer, the crisp white uniform of a celestial became visible, accents of red and gold. Osomatsu landed with a flutter of pink feathers. He stood up straight, looking down at his younger brothers, his celestial aura fading to a dim light. “Hey guys! Niisan is back!” Jyushimatsu jumped up and hugged his brother, “Osomatsu-niisan!” He gave his brother a big hug, Osomatsu hugging back with both wings and arms. “I have your clothes all set out! And Karamatsu is cooking dinner! Come on!” Jyushimatsu dragged Osomatsu inside, the eldest waving at Ichimatsu as he was dragged past. Once inside, Osomatsu walked to the bathroom, stripping himself down and turning on the hot water in the shower. He left his wings out of the water, scrubbing his body to rid himself of the sweat he had accumulated. He sighed happily. The bathroom door opened behind him, and Jyushimatsu came in, holding a pile of clothes in his arms, “Here you go, Osomatsu-niisan!” He smiled, setting the clothes on the sink and leaving again. Osomatsu left the bathroom soon after, dressed in jeans and a red shirt with an open back for his wings, pushing his wings tightly against his body as he navigated the narrow hallways of the house. He walked into the living room, greeted by Choromatsu and Todomatsu, who were setting up the table for dinner. They greeted him with open arms, and he helped set out what was needed. Karamatsu walked out of the kitchen finally, carrying a big dish of food. “Osomatsu! It is good to see you. You had a safe trip here, I hope?” “Yeah, things were good!” The eldest smiled, “How’s things holding out with you? You doing a good job being the oldest brother?” Karamatsu gave a light hearted laugh, “It is harder than it looks. I am trying my best, however.” He set the dishes down. “Everyone! Dinner’s ready! Osomatsu, take a seat and stretch out your wings, Todomatsu will take care of them after we eat.” The missing four brothers made their way into the room, gathering around the table, and once all of them were seated, they all dug in, Osomatsu having the biggest portion. “Ne ne, Osomatsu-niisan! Do you have any stories to tell?” Jyushimatsu asked with a mouthful of rice. “Jyushimatsu, swallow your food before you talk!” Choromatsu lightly chastised. “I do have something I can show you guys after dinner.” Osomatsu said, making the others perk up in interest, “But we have to do it outside and away from people.” “I know a place where we can go…” Ichimatsu said, “There's an industrial park. We can go there.” “Sounds perfect!” Osomatsu smiled, wings flapping, making the window panes shutter and lightly ruffling everyone's hair. He quickly stopped, “Sorry… bad habit of mine.” ------------------------ When the plates had been cleared away and the boys got their shoes on, Osomatsu closed his eyes and concentrated. His pink wings faded away, on his back were two nasty looking scars. He reached back and felt around, making sure that his wings were fully dispersed. His halo vanished with a flick of his wrist, shrinking down to the size of a ring that he slipped onto his gloved hand. Jyushimatsu handed him an old red parka, slightly dusty from not being worn. He pulled it over his head, taking in the smells of cinnamon and sandalwood. Osomatsu smiled, “Alright, let's get going!” The brothers all headed out of the house, gathering around Osomatsu in a semi-protective circle. Choromatsu walked in step beside Osomatsu. “So… how have you been?” Choromatsu asked softly. “Alright. The commander worked our asses to the bone. Me and the other guardians were sore for weeks after bootcamp.” Osomatsu sighed. “But, hey, I got some exercise from it! And I actually got some muscles on me now!” He rolled up the sleeve of his parka and flexed. It was true, he had a noticeable lump of muscle on his bicep. Choromatsu was almost impressed. Almost. Ichimatsu guided them through the industrial park to a clearing in the heart of it. Osomatsu looked around, formulating a plan in his head. “Can you guys set up some cans over there?” he asked, pointing to a discarded steel beam that laid on its side. Jyushimatsu set to work immediately, enlisting Karamatsu to help him line up about five tin cans, each about six feet apart from one another. Osomatsu slipped his halo off of his finger, and with a flick of his wrists it expanded, the gold band glowing and filling with holy energy. It rested above his head almost daintily. He pulled up the left sleeve of his parka again, looking at his brothers with a playful grin, “Ready? The five of them nodded in unison. Osomatsu’s wrist started to glow, two bands of holy energy starting to spin and lift up from his skin. With a snap of fingers from his outstretched hand, the rings transformed into a beautiful golden bow, a red string connected the ends together. Osomatsu gripped the bow in his left hand, hearing the gasps of wonder and amazement from his siblings. “Osomatsu-niisan, that's so cool!” Jyushimatsu gasped. “Is that the weapon you were telling us about? You got a bow for your spiritual weapon?” Choromatsu asked. “Yep! And I'm pretty good with it too!” Osomatsu winked. He touched the strings with his right index and middle finger, and two more rings glowed on his right wrist. He pulled the string back, and the rings seemed to stay hanging in the air. He aimed at the first can and released the bowstring. A bolt of energy rocketed from the string through the rings, which snapped back onto Osomatsu’s wrist, like two bracelets hovering about an two inches from his skin. The tin can shattered in a burst of divine light. The younger brothers all gasped. In rapid succession, Osomatsu eliminated three more cans with perfect accuracy. He began to put on a show, his wings unfurling and pulling his parka up onto his shoulder blades in the back and he took to the air, doing flips while simultaneously drawing back and firing his arrows, destroying the remaining cans. With a final flurry of feathers, Osomatsu landed a perfect three point landing, the bow reverting back to two rings, and both sets of marks on his wrists faded. His brothers were all silent, eyes wide and jaws hanging open as Osomatsu hid his wings and halo. He turned to them, rubbing under his nose with a proud grin. “So, what did you think? Pretty cool, right?” “Osomatsu-niisan… THAT WAS AWESOME!!” Jyushimatsu yelled, latching onto his oldest brother and nuzzling their cheeks together. “If only I had recorded that!” Todomatsu said, “That was pretty impressive!” “To think that one of the laziest of us could pull off acrobatics like that…” Ichimatsu said. He was impressed. “Oh bruzah! What a spectacular show! Truly your training has been paying off!” Karamatsu praised, ruffling Osomatsu’s hair. Osomatsu laughed, loving the attention he was getting. He turned to Choromatsu, who hadn't really said anything yet. “Oi, Choromatsu, what did you think?” Osomatsu asked. The green brother looked up at Osomatsu, his brown eyes full on an emotion Osomatsu couldn't read. “Osomatsu-niisan…” Osomatsu stiffened slightly. Tears had picked the edges of Choromatsu’s eyes, which were quickly wiped away, “I'm so proud of you… and I miss you terribly…” Osomatsu felt his heart break for his younger sibling. He rushed over and cradled Choromatsu close, cooing softly to him as he cradled the back of his head soothingly. The other brothers gathered around, and it soon turned into one big group hug of crying and missing the oldest brother, with said brother being crammed in the center of the embrace. ----- Off to the side, hidden in one of the concrete pipes of the industrial park, a lone figure sat, one leg lazily hanging out of the pipe. He had seen the whole display. The bow, the wings, the halo… he smirked to himself. “An angel, hmmm? Interesting…. I didn't think they came down and introduced themselves to the human sheep.” A tail swayed in amusement, and a forked tongue licked lips. A wicked grin spread pale lips apart. “Interesting… I'll have to keep an eye on you, little angel.”

#story arc #ask-angel-niisan #osomatsu san

[deadybones]

I'm slightly belated but if you're answering for the meme questz, how about silent films, Muppets, or/and Osomatsu.

Thank you so much for asking me! I was tossing up which of these three suggestions to go with, and I drafted up one for each of them… But since this is the one with the fewest “N/A” answers, let’s go with the ‘Matsus. I hope you don’t mind me mixing -Kun and -San.

the character i least understand

Dekapan.

Even in the fluid characterization of -Kun, he’s always been an odd duck. To the point I think he might have some kind of early-onset Alzheimers. Also more recently I’ve been re-watching the Japanese dub of The Simpsons, and now I just can’t stop imagining him as Homer and vice versa because they shared a voice actor.

interactions i enjoyed the most

- Suujimatsu! Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu are both weird in such a complementary (if not straight-up codependent) way, it’s no wonder they’re so close. The skits that showcase the ways each others’ minds work are so sweet.

- Zaimokumatsu! Todomatsu and Karamatsu both have a preoccupation with being “cool,” but they have such different ideas of what “cool” looks like that they’re never going to see eye-to-eye. As someone who’s invested entirely too much energy into trying to be being cool and likeable, I appreciate the absurdity of it all. Plus Irino Miyu always knocks it out of the park in these skits, too.  

- Mom and Dad! …er, -matsu! Particularly in the 1980s series. Matsuyo and Matsuzo work so hard to support their awful children that you can’t help but feel for them. I like how you sometimes you get glimpses of the people they were before they fell into the roles as “housewife” and “salaryman,” like Matsuyo being a former ballet dancer and Matsuzo’s penchant for the nightlife. Despite all their foibles and differences, they’re perfect for each other. Oso-kun’s always had a big following among adults, and I feel like these two were probably a big part of that appeal.

the character who scares me the most

Hatab — err, I mean, “Mr. Flag.”

He used to be so sweet… What on Earth happened to that kid? Why isn’t he hanging out with Chibita any more? What happened to his cousin Jajako? How did he acquire a multimillion dollar consulting business? There’s got to be a story there and that’s the show I want to watch.

To be honest, I also can’t help but wonder if his sinister streak was the -San staff throwing in a bit of social commentary on Japan’s conservative national establishment. I mean, here’s this kid who looks cute and non-threatening enough to get away with anything, but treats his workers abysmally and is enmeshed in a number of criminal enterprises … and he’s literally got the national flag sticking out of his head all the while. Hmmm.

the character who is mostly like me

Choromatsu in -San, because he’s always talking about things and then not actually doing the things. Matsuzo’s good-natured ineffectuality also rings true with me.

hottest looks character

Iyami, no contest. What, ya thought I was joking with those “sleazy ex-husband” tags? C’mon! He’s got a car, keeps a trim figure with all that running from the cops, knows all the best soup kitchens in town… You could do worse, right?

one thing i dislike about my fave character

Sometimes I think I think a lot more about Chibita than the writers for -San did. :,) He’s a very well-developed little guy in the originals and I want justice for my boy in Season II.

one thing i like about my hated character

I don’t hate anyone, but even at the bottom of my brothers-ranking, Choromatsu still makes a great straight man. His fits and starts towards becoming a productive member of society gave me a lot to enjoy during the second cour.

a quote or scene that haunts me

Bit of a deep cut, but there’s a manga story from around the 3rd run (I think?) of -Kun that ends on a bizarrely poignant note. The scenario starts with Iyami as an obnoxious loudmouth barfly, but then a beautiful woman falls for him. So he starts getting his life together, they move in together, and they’re having a grand old time. It’s such a wonderful little sequence because it’s almost like showing that no matter how much of a weirdo you might be, there’s gotta be someone out there for you, strange as you might be. 

It’s all very silly and cute, but theeeen the twist comes at the end: she’s been married the whole time and ultimately decides to go back to her family. The last panel is just Iyami sitting there in the dark in his house with the eggs he bought to make breakfast. It’s one of the best moments of mood whiplash I’ve seen in this vintage of manga, because everything you know about these characters and their world is priming you for a punchline that doesn’t come.

a death that left me indifferent

Chibita’s manic pixie dream girl in -San. She’s adorable! And really I love her design! But the episode got a little bogged down with all the silliness with Karamatsu. In the end, we didn’t get to know her as much as we might have, and she didn’t really help Chibita learn anything in the long-term, which made the end a little unsatisfying. This is one story where the originals landed a much stronger impact. That one really twisted the knife by having Chibita inadvertently be the one that causes the flower-girl’s death. Oof.

a character i wish died but didn’t

Nobody stays dead in the Akatsukaverse, so it’s sort of a moot point.

my ship that never sailed

Maybe it’s not so much a ship in the conventional sense so much as “I just really want these characters to interact,” but Osomatsu and Chibita! I can pinpoint the exact second I started to like this series, and that’s in Episode 2 with Chibita was offering up well-meaning but useless life advice. You think it’s building up to some sweet little self-realization for Osomatsu, but he’s got the the chutzpah to chew out an orphan for not understanding family dynamics. And the best part is neither of them are even really wrong! I like that, and I wish we saw more of it. 

A lot of the humour in -San comes from poking fun at arbitrary hierarchies, whether it’s the birth-order thing with the brothers, or the fact that none of the adults in the Akatsuka-verse have done anything to deserve being in positions of power. But because these two have absolutely no respect for each other, and Chibita in particular doesn’t have any attachment to the family relationships by which Osomatsu defines himself, there’s a level playing field where they’re call each other out on some uncomfortable truths. And damn, if they both don’t need to hear some uncomfortable truths.

Again, thank you for inviting me to share my thoughts! :D

#osomatsu kun #osomatsu san #asks #long post

[ichimatsutrash04-blog]

Corpse Party: Osomatsu-san - Chapter Two

Karamatsu stumbled down the pitch-black corridor, skirting around bottomless pits and tripping over loose floorboards in his panic. While his brothers had abandoned him countless times before, he knew they would never leave him in a place like this. Never in a place like this. Of course, the last thing Karamatsu remembered was falling through the living room floor, and all his brothers had been present when that had occurred, so it was entirely possible that they had just ended up in different locations. But then again, maybe he had been taking too long to wake up, so his brothers got tired of waiting and left. No, they weren’t so cruel as to ditch him in a situation as serious as this one. At least, he hoped not. Having only the dead for company made Karamatsu feel as though he were losing his mind. He had to find his family. He had to know that they were okay. He couldn’t bear the thought of any of them forced to spend their final moments in this shithole. With that thought in mind, Karamatsu flung open the nearest classroom door, pushing aside desks and chairs as he searched for any sign of life.

“OSOMATSU! ICHIMATSU! JYUSHIMATSU! ANYBODY!” Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, Karamatsu ran to the next room, slamming into the doorframe as he practically fell inside. He immediately froze as his gaze landed on a figure huddled in the corner. “…Ichi?” The figure raised its head, revealing that Karamatsu had, indeed, found his little brother. He quickly crossed the room and enveloped Ichimatsu in a hug, running a hand through his hair. Much to Karamatsu’s surprise, his brother didn’t pull away, but leaned into the embrace. “So even Ichimatsu gets scared,” Karamatsu thought with a small smile.

As though Ichimatsu had read his sibling’s mind, he began pulling away. “You can stop hugging me now, Shittymatsu.”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Karamatsu reluctantly backed up and sat down against the wall beside his brother. “I’m just so glad you’re alright.” He sniffed, holding back tears of joy.

“Are you gonna start crying about it?” Ichimatsu asked with a look of disgust on his face.

“N-no,” Karamatsu stammered, swiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his blue hoodie. A moment of awkward silence passed between the two, finally broken by the younger Matsuno.

“So…where’s everyone else?”

Karamatsu sighed. “You’re the first one I found.”

After standing up a little too eagerly, Ichimatsu held out a hand to his older brother. “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

Looking around nervously, Karamatsu allowed his sibling to help him up. “I-Ichimatsu, you’ve seen…what’s out there, right?”

“You mean the skeletons? Yeah, I saw em.”

Karamatsu flinched at Ichimatsu’s casual tone. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

Ichimatsu had one foot out the door. “Nope.”

They walked down the hall, side by side, the complete lack of any sound other than their shoes hitting the wooden floor pressing in on all sides, as though it were a physical force set on crushing them. Ichimatsu eventually spoke up. “Now may or may not be a good time to tell you that I have to piss.”

Karamatsu stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“I mean, I can hold it for a little, but I’ll have to go at some point.”

“Are you kidding-fine, fine, here, just, go in the corner or something. I won’t look.”

“Ew, no.”

“Oh come on, our brothers could be in serious danger here and we’re going to argue this? Plus, you’ve tried to shit on a table in front of everyone on multiple occasions and you’re just now deciding to be self-conscious about it?”

“…That was different.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“Relax. We’re in a school; there’s gotta be a toilet somewhere on this floor.”

Karamatsu considered this for a minute. “Fine, but we need to hurry.” In the end, it only took about ten minutes and one wrong turn to find the restroom. Ichimatsu then requested Karamatsu, who couldn’t say no to his little brother, to wait outside in the hallway. He would later regret this decision.

“He’s taking way too long,” Karamatsu noted, tapping his foot impatiently from where he was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door. “At this point, everyone else could already be-“ He stopped himself before he could complete that thought. “No, I can’t afford to think like that. They’re all fine, I know it.” Karamatsu was suddenly pulled back to reality by the sound of shattering glass. Ice cold fear washed over him as he dashed inside the bathroom. “Ichimatsu!” Karamatsu’s voice died in his throat as he found his little brother sitting in a pile of broken mirror, covered in cuts and with bloody knuckles on his right hand. “What the hell happened?” he asked, heart hammering inside his chest.

Ichimatsu looked down at the glass in confusion. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’?”

“I blacked out for a bit.”

“And while you were out, you decided to pick a fight with a mirror?”

Ichimatsu stared at his bleeding hand. “Looks like it.”

Mouth slightly ajar, Karamatsu took a second to process this information. “Okay, that’s not normal. Something isn’t right, we need to find everyone else and get out of here.” He helped his brother off the grimy floor, brushing glass and splinters from his purple hoodie.

Ichimatsu batted away his sibling’s hand. “I’m fine.”

Karamatsu gave him a worried look, but led the way back out into the hall without a word. They began making their way down the corridor once more, Karamatsu checking over his shoulder every few minutes to make sure Ichimatsu was still trailing behind. That episode in the bathroom had scared him more than he’d like to admit. He couldn’t shake the image of Ichimatsu sitting there on the floor with this dazed look in his eyes as though he really wasn’t aware of his actions. Karamatsu didn’t want his little brother hurting himself like that ever again. “It’s gotta be because of this place,” he thought, grasping at any explanation he could think of. They passed yet another of the deceased students littered throughout the school like unwanted dolls, watching their every movement. “That probably isn’t helping either.”

It was then that Karamatsu realized that he had no idea where he was actually going. They needed a plan. Should they go around, checking every room? The school was fairly large though, it’d be too easy to miss someone who was also moving around. Maybe it was better to find the exit and wait for the others there. But if any of them were injured, they may not be able to make it there by themselves. Should he leave Ichi at the exit in case anyone shows up and then go looking for the others by himself? No, there was no way he was leaving Ichimatsu by himself after what just happened.  Either way, it was probably best to find the main entrance first so they could leave if it became absolutely necessary.

“Hey, Ichimatsu, I think we should figure out how to get out of here and go from there. What do you think?”

Silence.

“Ichimatsu?” With a growing sense of dread, Karamatsu turned around, only to discover that his brother was missing. “ICHIMATSU!” Karamatsu broke into a sprint, consumed with trepidation. “Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay.” He repeated this phrase over and over and over again as though if he said it enough times, it would come true. After what felt like hours, aimlessly running around without success, Karamatsu finally found the main hallway that looked as though it led right to the exit. Without pausing, he surged forward with a burst of energy, the intimidating doors to the outside world coming into view.

And there was Ichimatsu. Ichimatsu, his baby brother who Karamatsu had promised to protect with his life and who now stood with a shard of glass in his blood-stained hands, dragging it up his arms with desperation.

Karamatsu rushed forward. “STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ICHIMATSU!”

At the sound of his name, Ichimatsu’s head snapped up and he dropped the glass onto his hoodie, also soaked in red, which had been discarded on the ground. Karamatsu froze as he caught a glimpse of his brother’s eyes which held the same dull look as they did back in the bathroom. While there was a good chance it was simply from shock, Karamatsu could have sworn he saw a black haze lift from his brother accompanied by a child’s laughter.

As the giggling faded, Ichimatsu regained his sense of awareness and stared, wide-eyed, at his mutilated skin. His gaze shifted to his older brother before he collapsed in a puddle of his own blood, tears streaming freely down his face. Karamatsu raced over, lifted his sibling’s head into his lap and brushed the hair out of his face.

“It hurts…” Ichimatsu moaned.

“I know. I know it does.” Karamatsu was trying not to cry for his brother’s sake. “You’re okay. I’ll keep you safe, I promise. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’ll be fine. I’ll get you home if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I’m gonna die here, aren’t I?”

“No…” Karamatsu slid his arms beneath his brother and lifted him with newfound determination. “No, you’re not.” He walked as fast he could, back into the depths of the cursed school, careful of Ichimatsu’s wounds which were still dripping blood at an alarming rate. This was a school after all. That meant that there had to be an infirmary. He felt Ichimatsu growing cold and looked down to see his brother’s eyes fluttering. Karamatsu shook him a bit. “Hey, you have to stay awake, okay?”

Ichimatsu spoke with a pained smile. “Just give it up, Shittymatsu. Leave me here and get out before you end up the same way. It’s better that one of us lives through this than all of us dying here. We all knew I’d go out like this anyways.” Karamatsu had a brief flashback to high school when he’d walked in on Ichimatsu in the bathroom with a razor blade to his wrist. But this time would be different. This time, Karamatsu would do something.

“Like hell I’d leave you here. You’re my little brother. It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“I think it’s a little late for that.”

“Shut up. Don’t waste your energy.” Karamatsu grinned as he saw a door labeled ‘Infirmary’ looming in the distance. “Ha-ha, found it, little brother. Just hold on a bit longer.” Ichimatsu, however, was looking deathly pale and his breathing was shallow.

“Shit.” Karamatsu felt his world crumbling to pieces around him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT.” He burst into the infirmary, gently laid Ichimatsu on a cot in the corner, and then began flinging open cabinets and drawers, searching for something, anything. Finally locating a roll of bandages, Karamatsu rushed to his brother’s side and wrapped up his arms.

It wasn’t until he was finished that he realized Ichimatsu was gone.

Karamatsu examined the blood on his own hands and suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He clasped his brother’s hand in his own and allowed himself to cry for the first time since landing in this hell. He cried because he was scared. He cried because he was all alone. He cried because he was clinging to his dead brother. He cried because he had failed to save him. His entire world had been torn to shreds in a matter of minutes and he felt like he had been torn up along with it. All he felt was pain. A feeling of such despair that nothing else mattered anymore. Let the apocalypse come, because Karamatsu was done.

The lights began to flicker, and then go out, the only source of illumination now coming from a lamp on the desk on the far wall. Karamatsu couldn’t have cared less. He couldn’t even bring himself to react to the massive shadow materializing before him, other than instinctively shielding his sibling from the threat. He knew this being meant to harm him, to kill him, and Karamatsu just didn’t care. He could try to run, sure, but what was even the point? Holding on to his lifeless brother, he felt as though he deserved it.

“I’m sorry, Ichi. I fucked up.”

And so, Karamatsu Matsuno held his brother close, squeezed his eyes shut, and took his last breath.

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[chili-kinks]

Continuing it is then!~ So on Todomatsu; He loves to take back home some of the desserts on display at his job at the end of the day. On the way he sits down on a bench to eat what he was able to take since going back home with the sweets will result in a war between his older brothers. As he eats, Atsushi approaches him and sits beside him. “So you like strawberry shortcakes, huh?” he asks. Todomatsu is taken aback by the fact that one of his friends noticed him sitting by himself. He’s a little nervous and wishing he’d just leave him alone but instantly Atsushi brings up his wallet and tells him he’ll buy him anything he desires. Todomatsu quickly accepts the offer, free things for no effort right? And then the two go off to more exquisite bakeries in town that normally Todomatsu couldn’t go to because the pastries there are expensive. Atsushi makes sure to get everything Todo desires and watch him by a cutie as they sit and eat together. Atsushi loves seeing the little guy smiling and moaning at how great the pastries taste and how he’d love to come there more often with him. Atsushi is sure he’ll take him there every day while he can.

((I love AtsuTodo a lot :’3 ))

Osomatsu: As everyone knows by the Tabimatsu game and some scenes in the show, Oso. loves. to. eat. I’m talking about spending all his money on just food and alcohol which is something absolutely cute and stupid. It’s really easy for all of that binging to affect his weight significantly in the future. But does he care? Nope. As long as he has food in one hand and a can of beer in the other, he’s content. Just make sure he doesn’t go overboard and pass out. But headcanons for Oso.... He’s very easily persuaded by food. You don’t need to make deals with him in order to eat your leftovers. He’ll gladly accept without hesitation or fight for the last chip in the bag. Karamatsu: Take this guy to a steak house. Meat is key. (hah) He’ll love to be treated or treat you for a little something after seeing you’re the first person in .... his whole life to actually pay attention and handle his painfulness. He eats a decent amount by himself. I don’t see him like a guy who may binge on food but if his brothers or you can’t seem to fit in what’s left, he’ll gladly take it for you because HE’S NICE. How does he gain weight? Well give him the affection so many others cough his brothers cough don’t give him. He’ll be very happy and you’ll have a bigger Kara with ya in no time. (However he’ll notice when his sparkly pants rip at some point so be sure to plan ahead and get him new pants.)

Choromatsu: After long days of looking for jobs and running around buying Nyaa-chan merch or actually making it to one of her concerts takes A LOT of energy from him. He’d regularly go to a maid cafe after coming out of concerts and enjoy a lot from what they have in the menu. While he also may not be a big eater as Oso or Ichi, he’ll slowly gain a bit but he’ll work off in no time because of his self awareness. (unless Nyaa-chan or Totoko says he looks quite cute with a bit of softness around him, he’ll consider not changing anything.)

Ichimatsu: Easy, he’ll gain weight just because he sits around and does nothing all day with his cats.

Jyushimatsu: ???? (I’m confused about Jyushi ahhhhhh )