!!! HII !!!

It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.

This drawing is one of the few that I liked the result of, which is very rare. I will probably draw emo Shigeo more often ^^

how long do you think it took for reigen to learn mob's name is shigeo

It's so fun when people give characters nicknames based on their own language, and it gets even more apparent in genderbends

Can I babble on about this one a little?Ok let's go

So, finding the pose wasn't difficult at all, the reference appeared on my feed and I said, THERE IT IS! This is going to be my Teru!

So I sketched the pose and started sketching out the face, I didn't stipulate his age but you can see in the drawing that he's not THAT old, maybe in his early 20s?

For the style (which was the most fun part) I wanted to keep the essence of Teruki Hanazawa that we already know! But looking for something more realistic I have to admit that I was STRONGLY inspired by David Bowie's looks and clothes!! Every outfit I saw in the photos reminded me of Teru, I think it was a sign LOL

You can see how he seems to be talking, and it's no wonder! I imagined him on some kind of talk show while I was drawing him, but he doesn't necessarily have to be on one, IDK if I would like a famous Teruki, no... doesn't sound very HIM to me...

But of all the ideas I could have for this boy's profession in the future, the one that I love the most (as ooc as it may seem) is costume designer!!!

Imagine how adorable he would be dressing people in plays or musicals! Or even movies!! He would definitely form a LOT of partnerships with drag queens to put together their looks like... Look at HIMM !!!!!! I need to see him do this one day, even if it's in a dream, but I need it! It sounds so TERUKI to me it's almost stupid ... !!

Ok,end of the chatter! Thanks for reading this far ^^

☆ Day 1 : Grown up or genderbend

Static drawing and prompt list :

I decided to make different versions between Instagram and Tumblr!! But I don't think I'll do that on other days ... ANYWAY

Terumob Week Day 1: Family/School Life

Teruki settles for studying in the same high school as Mob. He doesn't know, but Mob is trying his hardest to go to Teruki's dream college too.

of course i had to put mob in one too

Note: The virtual cyber ants that run this blog have come to announce that...

The last drawings of Teruki week have been postponed, BUT they will be posted as soon as possible!

-Thank you for your understanding

drawing her in my own art style

Day 2: Spirit or space

"The gardening club was a failure."

That was the answer students at Black Vinegar Middle School had to settle for when the school’s greenhouse was permanently closed—and no one ever questioned it.

But in recent weeks, whispers and rumors had been growing throughout the school. Frightened students said it was lucky the greenhouse had been shut down, and some, bolder than others, added that the girl who once led the gardening club had lost her life inside that very glass dome.

Teruki Hanazawa was never one for gossip, but he knew reckless students wouldn't take long to sneak in and end up hurt. He also knew that the rumors might not be entirely false—just walking past the abandoned place always gave him uncontrollable chills without any clear reason...

After Teruki’s repeated pleas for the esper to come, and Mob’s many attempts to say Reigen should handle it instead, the two of them finally arrive at the back of the school.

There isn’t much to see—some students are still participating in their extracurricular activities, and everything looks... normal?

The only structure that stands out is the glass dome. It’s not that big, but it might as well be.

As they get closer, Mob notices Teruki’s steps slow until he comes to a full stop by the door. The blond insists he’s not scared and—surprising even himself more than the other boy—uses his powers to destroy the rusted chains and padlocks blocking the way.

Inside is a completely abandoned space—sunlight barely filters through the thick curtains of dust, and the wooden floor is buried under dried leaves and withered roots...

"She’s crying," Mob says as soon as he sets foot on the dirty floor. "She liked it here, but... she’s alone."

Teruki always admired how simply his friend could understand other people’s feelings, even if he’d never actually told him that.

“We can’t just... exorcise her, right?” he asks. “There’s gotta be something else we can do to help... right?”

“Maybe... maybe if we keep her company, she’ll be able to move on by herself,” the dark-haired boy replies, expressionless. “But only if you want to.”

“As long as it doesn’t take forever.” Teruki shrugs and starts walking gently, as if not to disturb the resident.

And so minutes—or maybe hours—pass with them there.

The tension blooms into comfort, and the two friends slowly forget the world outside.

Curiously, a few sprouts begin growing through the cracks, and some plants return to their healthy state—thanks to their psychic powers. The place no longer feels so sad, even though it’s still dusty and smells strongly of damp soil.

Now, whoever had been there could finally say goodbye, and watch her little prison return to the way it always should have been.

The teasing becomes playful, and a few risky confessions slip out between the two espers.

The space now feels too small—that’s the only explanation for how close Teruki suddenly gets—and Mob lets soft, nervous giggles escape without a care.

And the space keeps shrinking... and shrinking... until there’s nowhere else to go but closer to each other. They bump shoulders and knees, brush fingers, and suddenly, their lips meet.

And despite the dust, the dampness, and the time it spent forgotten... the greenhouse became a refuge. For lonely spirits—and for hearts, too.