【OPEN】☆ SAITOU SHIMARU

[tightlipped]

voice strength: ★★★★☆
taken from: anime/manga.
canon point: post afro arc, pre-shogun assassination arc.

 

prompts:

1.) trapped in a box.
2.) minor injury/sickness.
3.) texts from last night.
4.) morning after... something.
5.) sharing the same bed.
6.) picture prompt.
7.) sharing body heat/damn it's cold.
8.) first date / friend date.
9.) fell asleep on.
10.) cooking together make it a disaster.
11.) open to whatever you've got.

 

Comments

[chataclysmic]

[This was such a novel concept. Sure, he knew the "family" situations weren't real, they were just titles for the weird forced living arrangements here. But the notion that Saitou would be paying attention to what he ate-- thus having meals with him --was something that Adrien had to swallow a giddy bubble in his throat about. He didn't want to spook the guy, since he seemed a little skittish already, so he wasn't about to be openly uproarious about having family dinners.]

[Or family time of any sort. Like he was having right now. ...about toilets, and bowel movements, and a lot of weird stuff, but hey. It was something.]

[And maybe it was the fact that his superhero alter-ego regularly fought villains who were pretty scary themselves, but nothing about Saitou struck him as off or even slightly intimidating yet. Sure, he was odd for his fixation on modern plumbling, but everyone had a passion. Even if it was strange.]

[He raised his right hand, setting his left over his heart.]

I promise to finish all my vegetables. Cat's Hon-- Scout's. Honor.

[tightlipped]

_{[ That's very good. He doesn't even catch onto the cat's honor part— except maybe this was a hint he wanted a family pet already? Saitou would have to look into it. What a charming boy!
His red gaze fixates on Adrien for awhile before another note appears. ]}

You know what happens when you don't finish them.
You will regret it. ☠
<sub>[ That was a skull and crossbones? What did that even mean?
Anyway, Saitou is already running out of things to say and it's making him nervous so.. he'll just drop the notebook and push it off to the side with his foot.

He begins to walk off, twirling his blade again. ]</sub>