Okay But Please Talk To Me About Mitsuki And Konohamaru. What Were Mitsuki's First Impressions Of Him?

Okay but please talk to me about Mitsuki and Konohamaru. What were Mitsuki's first impressions of him? Has it changed over time? How?

mitsuki had no opinions on konohamaru in the beginning. he was worried, though, what would happen if konohamaru learned of who his parent is.

after a while, they grew closer, as any team would. but konohamaru became somewhat of a safe space. he never worries about saying the wrong thing to him, & konohamaru always supported him.

then when mitsuki left to infiltrate the hidden stone, things were... different. labeled a criminal, he was sure all of his secrets would get out & slip past naruto's lips as soon as he was confronted. he wondered if he would be able to return to konoha at all, let alone as a shinobi.

then at the very end of it, konohamaru HUGGED him. a gentle, yet firm, hug. mitsuki wasn't scolded, nor punished. konohamaru, despite everything, was so happy to have him back. it was... unnerving, a bit.

konohamaru is his family. a safe person. & mitsuki loves him as much as his own brother.

"Giyuu!" A few hurried steps brought Izumo level to the other, smiling brightly at them. It had become something of a determined mission for him, Iruka, Anko and Kotetsu to coax the other out of their isolation and that included friendly encounters in the street. "How'd your mission go; I guess Iruka or Kote' caught you at the desk, right? We're meeting up later, but I have this data to look over first... don't suppose you are free to lend a hand?" He did not need help, but it was a good ploy to secure the other's time. "I'll buy lunch - you can pick!" Bribery at its finest, but there was a lot of data to go through and the company was appreciated. The Fifth had been working him so hard lately with it all. unprompted   //   always acc.     —— @fightingdreamcrs.

giyuu  tenses  at  the  excited  call  of  their  name.  as  they  turn,  they’re  met  with  an  equally  excited  grin.  it’s  a  bit  jarring,  to  say  the  least.  deep  blue  eyes  widen  a  bit,  their  usual  neutral-scowl  shifted  into  an  innocent  look  of  surprise.  it’s  not  like  giyuu  is  very  interesting,  do  they  seem  interesting?  or  maybe  this  is  a  joke.  pity?  no,  probably  not.  maybe?  the  ravenette  soon  finally  responds,

❛  the  mission  was  successful,  but  i..  uh...  ❜    how  do  they  get  out  of  this?  say  they  have  other  plans?  like  anyone  would  believe  that,    ❛  sure.  i  can.  don’t  worry  about  lunch  though,  ❜    ——  they’d  only  feel  bad  if  he  wasted  any  money  on  them.  it’s  best  to  avoid  feeling  like  they  owe  anyone  anything.  expression  relaxes  back  into  a  neutral,  but  not  back  into  a  scowl.  this  is  giyuu  trying  to  be  friendly,  it’s  all  you’re  getting.  sorry,  izumo!

does mitsuki ever consider yamato as a father/parental figure? (and if so, when does he start to feel that way/what prompts it?) if not, what does he consider yamato to be to him?

he does, & it happens quicker than expected. just not consciously. in his mind, yamato was just someone who likes to help. orochimaru would always be his true parent. it's only when he notices things, how familiar it all feels but only as an outsider looking in. he'd always been an outsider. now he gets to experience it— this is what his parent never did. he thought he was above it. the perfect shinobi has no need. but was orochimaru not a good parent? it felt wrong to think that.

it unraveled when mitsuki offhandedly said "goodbye, father" before leaving for a mission

he didn't notice, & wouldn't have cared much, but yamato did. they had a very long talk when mitsuki returned. yamato was emotional for days, it felt like.

gaara and his siblings.

gaara loves them, simple as that. they were always there for him, & never gave up on him even at his worst.

he wonders if they still fear him, subconsciously. he wonders if they would beg for their lives like they used to if he were to show aggression to them. not that he would, but the curiosity scratches at the back of his mind, almost desperately. wouldn't it be so refreshing to feel that rush again?

...

no, he loves them. they love him. they're a family. nothing will bring them apart.

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s word prompts   //   acc.     —— @wovenpetal​ .

     hands   come   up   to   hold   her   face   gently   ,   a   laugh   filling   the   room   despite   the   sharp   ache   in   his   torso   .   he   shouldn’t   even   be   awake   ,   let   alone   moving   &&   putting   on   his   little   act   .   pretending   it’s   all   okay   as   if   he   hadn’t   just   nearly   died   .   as   if   anything   will   go   back   to   normal   .   is   he   in   denial   ,   or   does   he   just   want   to   make   her   feel   better   ?

fukenzena.

in the silence there is clarity,    an unlit lightbulb metaphorically sitting several inches above wavy,    ebony crown that characteristically brightens with found understanding after but a few seconds.    [    …    ]    countenance reaches a new extent of incredulous,  becoming even more indifferent,    abundant in peppers of unamusement.    imposing crudely,    sparing him atleast a roll of violet eyne,    “    is now the right time for your unnecessary jokes?    ”

tough crowd.

x.

     ❝   i   thought   it   was   a   good   one   ,   ❞      comes   a   semi   -   displeased   tone   .   his   face   ,   though   ,   remains   a   neutral   smile   .   she   really   is   hard   to   please   ,   &&   even   harder   to   read   .   what   a   pain   .   

     ❝   is   it   EVER   the   right   time   for   jokes   ?   ❞