I feel like Kyouka and Akutagawa are actually incredibly similar and would get along extremely well if not for the circumstances. I mean, they think so much alike! In Dead Apple you would figure Kyouka still hated Akutagawa yet when he went “I'll go kill Dazai-san” she was just like. yeah I'll tag along. Not to mention how Akutagawa literally can't deliver two lines to Kyouka without praising her / showing that he's proud of her? He's always like “Sentenced to death? Nothing of the sort. You've accomplished your mission.” (chapter 9) “You're coming home” (chapter 9) *Smiles somewhat proudly at Kyouka when she points a gun at him* (chapter 11) “Let me reward your hard work with a painless death” (chapter 11) *Unashamedly recognizes Kyouka is stronger than him, and that she could take him down if she wanted to* (Dead Apple) “At last after all this time a foe with some real backbone” (chapter 49) “There was once a man who was just like you [man in question being either myself or the man I respect the most in the whole world]” (chapter 49) “Kyouka, I am glad for you.” (chapter 49). Like will you stop talking like a proud older brother please thank you
I'm not saying it's healthy, and it's definitely not what Kyouka needed, but also like. it's seriously as close to kindness and affection as Akutagawa can get and that's telling a lot.
OP character catching you drawing them: Shanks and Mihawk
Shanks
It was after dinner and Shanks had just finished his shower and was lounging on the bed when you had come back from yours. He had his arm folded behind his head and the towel around his waist was slowly falling off. The water droplets dripping from his hair twinkled in the candlelight on his bedside table. You stood in the doorway for a hot minute observing his form, before rushing over to the chair with your notebook. You snatched up a charcoal pencil and started to transfer what you saw onto paper.
Shanks peered up at you when he saw you scratching away on your notebook. He noticed you periodically looking between him and your sketchbook. He had quickly pieced together that you were drawing him, so he tried to stay as still as possible. And when you got up to wash some medium off your nose he jumped up from his spot and looked at your drawing.
When you came back, you screeched when you saw him standing beside your chair with your notebook in his hand. He grinned at you and chuckled, "my my my, you got it bad for me, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up we've been dating for years."
Shanks handed you your notebook and mused, "I think you need a model," dropping his towel and sauntering over to the bed. You glared at him because he let out an airy laugh as you sink back into your chair and scoop up your book.
Mihawk
It was afternoon when Mihawk was working on basic stance forms in the garden. His grunting had distracted you from your warm-up sketches. You balanced your pencil on your upper lips you watched him from the window will of a nearby window. The flow of energy through his body like a wave as he moved entranced you into scribbling out gesture studies in your book. You had filled half a page's worth of them when you fumbled with your pencil, and it clattered to the ground and rolled towards the man.
Mihawk looked over at the sound it made, and stared at the pencil until it rolled into his shoe. He picked it up, held it out to you, and said, "I'll trade you."
"what?"
" I'll trade you this pencil for a glance at what you're working." He elaborated. When you just stared at him, too stunned to speak, he tucked the pencil behind his ear and he sighed, "too bad, guess this'll stay with me." And he turned around to leave, when you grabbed a hold of his sleeve and cried, "whoa, whoa, wait. No, I'll trade," and held out the sketchpad.
Mihawk handed you the pencil, and started to look over your sketches. He had a taste and knowledge of the finer things, so you were excited about his feedback. He hummed as he glanced over them, "these the only ones you just did of me? On this page here?"
"Yes," you reply, suddenly kind of nervous because what if he didn't think they were good?
Mihawk nodded his head, "these are good, you captured the movement, but they're still feel stiff. If you want more practice, I'll be out here for another hour, use it well." He handed you your notepad and walked away
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"Bu yol beni ya da seni nereye götürecek bilmiyorum. Zamanla korkularımı ya da yaralarımı seveceğime inanıyorum,
Yaralanmaktan daha az korktuğum bir yolda yürüdüğümü biliyorum, bu yola istediğiniz ismi verebilirsiniz. Benim için burası türbülanslı ruhların yolu. İnsanların arasından yaralı olanları kayırdığım bir yol. Çünkü can kalpte değil, yarada atar. İnsanı hırçınlaştıran da ehlileştiren de işte o yara."
Tbh less fic writers completely forgetting about Kyouka's existence when Akutagawa is staying at Atsushi's house and more Kyouka just... Being 14 and honestly not wanting to deal with the ordeal of his brother's very fucked up love life.
What I mean is Kyouka late at night bothered by the noise opening the door of her room to find a bloodied and butchered Akutagawa on the verge of passing out, Atsushi frenetically trying to hold him up and simultaneously keep him quiet, both freezing in place as soon as they see her; Kyouka looking at Atsushi, looking at Akutagawa half fainted in Atsushi's arms, looking back at Atsushi, mentally going “that's not my shit to give” and announcing she'll be spending the night at Yosano's / Kenji's / Lucy's