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indigosprite · 3 years
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Hibari Headcanons
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He likes small animals but not your usual small animals. (The way he kicked uri out in the future instead of letting the cat stay 😭) I.e he’d pick a sugar glider over a guinea pig
He hates crowds because he still hates the fact that when he was still learning to be sociable kids had the power of alienating him. He despises that group mindset that children had. In kindergarten some kids invited him to play then told him to get lost and nobody stood up for him. He has one intrusive thought and it’s that feeling. He genuinely hates crowds because it feels like an opportunity for people to get to decide who isn’t welcomed. He lowkey doesn’t want to witness that moment to happen to anyone else.
His overthinking only stops when he’s alone so he genuinely does prefer it. He doesn’t mind one or two people in an intimate setting but when it’s more he wants to disconnect.
He’s all about repaying debts quickly I think he takes this on an emotional level too so he feels if you get too close or kind he has to return that by being transparent as well and he knows he’s bad at it so he just stops you altogether by not letting you even create that environment around him. I.e in the future he’s fine in the hospital room then more people come and he warns Tsuna then beats his ass because it was getting too emotional seeing ppl visit chrome when he just wanted to check on her from afar and not hear everyone’s emotions.
He takes pictures of random things , like a leaf with water droplets, clouds from Nami middles roof , his sneakers when he’s walking. They’re not amazing but he just always does it and never shares. It’s kind of grunge but unintentionally.
He has a knack for throw blankets. He has one in every room they’re mostly black white or purple no designs except for the ones from his grandparents.
If you have ever watched Saiki k I think he has the exact same relationship with his parents. If you haven’t : he’s serious and reserved and willingly antisocial but not because of trauma and his parents are so normal and caring it’s funny in contrast. But they’re a tad bit more refined than saikis.
He was partly raised by his grandparents when he was much younger and that’s why he really loves tradition and order while his parents are hardly as strict.
His grandfather was probably a vet who joined solely to protect Namimori . Hibari has that same love for the town because of him but like his grandfather he’s in no way patriotic. They both just love this town He thinks of his grandfather when he thinks of Namimori and because he is gone now he latches on to the town even more.
His grandfather is Fon. Hear me out. Fon could have been around 40 when he was cursed , could’ve had a son young (18) but it was fine because he was a very well respected champion. The Hibaris had money and as long as he was a positive image in his career field they wouldn’t mind what he did although their lineage is that of leaders and scholars. He stopped for a bit to go into the army and when he came back he stumbles upon the mafia . His son grows up to also have a kid young Fon and his wife watch after Hibari until he’s around 7 while his son and daughter in law work extremely hard to get established in their career paths. They come back and one day Fon just vanished bc he’s cursed and hibaris dad knows he was in the mafia so he just doesn’t dwell on what might have happened but doesn’t share because he didn’t want to pain him as a bad guy to his son but they’re all pretty upset about it.
Fon taught hibari how to fight , that’s why he has his grandfathers disposition and tenacity although it’s a tad immature in comparison. Fon tells him his style will be what he picks and hibari randomly picks tonfas as his weapon. Fon has it in his house because although he uses no weapons he’s fond of their history. Fon gets him a pair of silver ones.
He’s not the brightest, he’s not as terrible as Tsuna and Yamamoto but he’s average academically. He’s not interested in excelling academically and getting a painfully respectable job like doctor lawyer or something in business. And I think his air of nonchalant attitude can only come from a trust fund kid who’s parents don’t expect them to be their carbon copy.
He literally gets himself held back just to stick around a middle school he likes and nobody objects or is worried about his future. It’s definitely secured.
He really doesn’t care about the disciplinary committee members because he didn’t mean to form it. Students have a love hate relationship with him. He was just some scary strong guy who happened to beat up the right people who were pests and they thought he did it for the good of everyone. But they realized too late that it’s really just who irritates him and that sometimes coincides with their best interest so they let it be because he’s a comforting and unsettling presence to have. Like even Tsuna acknowledges this despite being terrified of him most the time he’s always like “wait Hibari will handle it”
He likes that he has disciples because it’s a crowd he’s apart of and is the center of but doesn’t have to be too close and nobody can kick him out or make him feel unwanted.
His parents actually like that he’s respected (oblivious to the fear) as the leader of this club around town because their family is known for strong leadership and he’s applied it to what he wanted.
He likes hamburger steak because when his parents came back his mom liked to test American recipes once she moved back to Japan. This was the only one he really liked enough to ask for again
He can’t cook. At all. Hopeless. Would burn water.
He would kill you for a well made dessert. They put him in a good mood but he’s a weirdo that doesn’t like rewarding himself so it has to be a gift or offered.
He actually likes band t shirts ripped jeans boots and all of that but hardly wears it out because he finds he likes being in his uniform more.
He’s a good boxer because everyone seems to forget he won a BOXING match for royhei. Hello he couldn’t use tonfas he actually had to punch ppl. Yeah he’s strong but that’s a style of fighting he definitely learned from Fon.
He jogs on a private trail around his families property, sometimes his father joins him.
His parents know him really well. He’s not a difficult kid to them. they’re the only ones he answers to but even then they raised him to be independent so they’re not that authoritative over him.
He has a hard time listening to them because he thinks they leave him to govern himself too much and shouldn’t only get a say sometimes.
They feel bad about leaving him to his grandparents for so long but his mother says she’ll never regret making sure their lives were better for him.
They have a good relationship give or take a few problems stemming from their separation from him.
He can draw really well. I don’t know why. But he just does. He does it often on random papers his only collection being a small box his mother keeps of them. He hates when she saves them.
He’s the baby of his entire family but his father is on the higher end of his family and same with his mother for hers so everyone is always asking to see him but he refuses to leave Namimori for longer than a day or two.
He has a sister. Idk. I just feel he has a sibling that’s either way older or a toddler that spends time on trips with their mother because she doesn’t have school yet.
He watches horror movies with his parents a lot. But they have to be psychological thrillers and he always has to fight his dad with his mom on what everything meant.
He’s spoiled. He’s nonchalant about everything but when it comes down to it he is a trust fund baby who would have been sent to a nice private high school abroad.
He has been arrested but his father being his father makes an arrangement with the police force in Nami where he’s just his own independent junior division. It would explain why the people in his committee look significantly older than him sometimes😭.
Tetsyua has always been the only member who’s name he learned because he doesn’t disappoint him. He is to him what Shoichi was to Byakuran , competent in other areas and capable of surprising him. And he never made Hibari feel like he had to say anything to him for that hibari considers him to be a good friend.
Tetsu and Ryohei are the only people he finds familiar and respectable enough to converse with like a normal fucking teenager 😭.
Royhei is loud but he doesn’t mind him because the boy is ALWAYS alone training. And like him he doesn’t backdown from a fight , also he causes no trouble at school.
He hangs out with him more than you’d think but he never initiates it or stops it.
Hibari lets Royhei use his private trail to jog sometimes. His parents know the sasagawa kids well because of this, they get invited to dinner a lot.
He likes kyoko better because she’s like a quieter Royhei but just as kind and determined. He tries to be nice to her by greeting her from them to time but stops because she popular and it draws attention and annoying rumors.
She says he really hates crowds and understands how nosy people in their grade are and says it’s okay if he doesn’t wave back sometimes. She assumes he’s actually extremely shy and misunderstood. (Sis he’s just a delinquent)
It’s platonic but he actually fond of her and is nice to her and they text from time to time. She’s the only one who knows to give him sweets because they talk about them.
He tries to get revenge on Mukuro for making him associate something he actually liked enough to go view (Sakura) with humiliation and anger that he tries to return the favor. The bastard loves nothing that much so he’s still thinking.
His parents think some girl broke up with him at a Sakura filled place and that’s why he suddenly hates it. He won’t explain they’re wrong because it’s better than the real story.
He’s a history buff , but a world history buff not just Japan.
He has an admirable garden that he tends to and sells half the vegetables his chef only cooks for three and doesn’t need that many.
He likes the snow he thinks it’s calming when everyone stays home in their house while outside is cold and harsh but pretty. He makes his parents special hot chocolate on days like that. They let him drink hot wine sometimes but only a sip or two.
He’s bilingual because his parents taught him Italian when he was younger after they had come back. They also taught him a little English.
He watches a lot of American media and listens to their music as well.
On his birthday he never goes out because it’s a holiday and more people are out than usual so his family has a dinner for him and get him gifts.
His mother gives more thoughtful gifts that he appreciates later while his father indulges him and gets him stuff like a popular manga series or a meeting to upgrade his tonfas again or clothing he really likes.
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mafiabosstsuna · 7 years
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Could we get scenarios for Yamamoto & Hibari where they meet their soulmates in absolutely terrible/awkward/embarrassing/horrifying/generally awful ways? What happens after the first meeting? How do they react? How does the relationship develop? Ty ❤
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Anon, I’m pretty sure getting hit with a bat and fighting over the last bag of premium bird feed counts as embarrassing, right? Cheers, Admin Enma
Yamamoto
Literally, the last thing Yamamoto Takeshi ever wanted to do was hit a girl. Especially if what he had hit the girl with was his baseball bat. So when he heard the loud cry of pain and turned around, he was not ready to suddenly see a rush of colors the moment they locked eyes with him.
And in that moment, he knew he fucked up.
“Watch where you’re swinging that thing! You nearly lobbed my head off, holy crap,” his soulmate cried out as they rubbed their head. He could only watch, numb as they continued to poke and prod gently at the impact site.
Yamamoto has been in numerous fights, all of which he knew the other party was trying to kill him. He’s kept his cool, stayed level-headed and even cracked jokes before to ease the tension. And yet, all the only he thing he somehow managed to say was, “Colors!”
His soulmate looked at him in the eye before sighing. “Yes, colors. Nice to meet you too, soulmate. Let’s focus here, you hit me with your bat.” They began poking his chest with each word. “What were you doing swinging it around so willy-nilly? Huh?”
“Haha,” Yamamoto scratched the back of his neck, trying to buy for time. “Can I make it up with dinner?”
They gave him a blank stare instead. “I guess? But can you make it up with helping me to the nearest hospital first? Because I’m pretty sure I’m about to black out soon.” And with that, they fell forward into Yamamoto’s arms.
Instead of the nearest hospital, he had decided to take them to the Vongola mansion for treatment. He trusted Ryohei’s subordinates to do a good job at making sure no harm was done to his soulmate. The last time he had hit someone “accidentally” with his baseball bat, they had received a concussion.
Thankfully, no damage was done. However, his soulmate was out cold for the rest of the night. Something to do with dehydration and low blood sugar. Yamamoto wasn’t sure, but he did his best to pay attention to what the sun users had said.
Tsuna had tried calling him, asking if he could take on a mission. But with the arrival of his soulmate and the unfortunate circumstances, he had no choice but to ask his boss to delegate his mission to the next available guardian. Tsuna, after coughing to hide a laugh from his friend’s misfortune, was agreeable and gave his best wishes.
Was it strange to watch someone sleeping? No? Yamamoto wasn’t so sure, his father occasionally told him stories of how he used to watch his mother sleep when they were just married. But fro what he knew of the women around him, Yamamoto also thought that that sort of actions were labeled as creepy, regardless of gender.
Oh well, maybe this could be a one time thing in their new relationship?
He couldn’t help but laugh as his soulmate playfully started hitting him months later when he told them this. “I wanted to get a soulmate, not some creeper with stalker-ish tendencies!”
Hibari
When dealing with the mafia, one must remember to give them a wide berth lest they decide to have a death wish. However, this herbivore in front of him refused to back down. Instead, they stared him straight in the eye. Neither have said a word to each other yet, but were unprepared for the events that followed.
“Move, herbivore.”
“Fucking make me, asshole.”
The other’s words suddenly appeared on each others arms, visible for all parties to see. Hibari’s revealed soulmate let go of the bird feed, shocked to see the man’s command written on their wrist in kanji. The guardian, on the other hand, didn’t even blink at the fanciful cursive on the inside of his wrist. Instead, he grabbed the bird feed and their wrist, before dragging them to the counter.
Throwing money onto the counter, Hibari exits the store with his soulmate in tow. He ignores their struggles, keeping his grip strong, and tunes out their cries of “Hey!” and “Let me go!” and “I gotta buy feed for my birds too!”
He drags them into an alley, his hold on the bird feed never and on them almost bruising. The cloud guardian more or less throws them onto the wall, his eyes cold as he stares them down. Without a word, he thrusts the bird feed at them and departs. His soulmate can’t help but look helplessly after him, struggling to figure out what happened in the last 5 minutes.
All this over bird feed, what the hell?
For the next few weeks, bird feed and accessories begin appearing at the door of their apartment with no note or delivery person in sight. There are no clues as to who the gifts are from, but it must be from that strange, scary man from the pet store. Their soulmate.
Even imagining a life with their supposedly soulmate brings shivers down their spine. Whether it was good or bad shivers, they have no clue. But the Japanese characters on their wrist feels right.
There were also the fight that crime rate had gone down exponentially in their neighborhood too.  It’s almost scary, really, and the neighborhood thugs often crossed to the other side of the street whenever they saw them. Fed up with their shenanigans, they begin poking around for information about the man.
The gifts never stopped coming though. But their inquiries must have caught something or reaches the right ears because one day after work, the man appeared at their doorstep with a gleaming new birdcage in his hands.
They exchange no words as he watches them open the door before giving him a tired smile. “Just come inside already, okay?” they ask as they motion him to come inside. “I think it’s time we had a talk.”
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