"Look, I know we just met but I freaking love you." (Gay~) (1x1) (Open~~)

Hi, so like, I guess I'd be interested in taking this on, if no one else will. Seems like a good opportunity to flesh out one of my boys, so why not, I guess. I tend to take forever filling these templates out, so if you think you can be patient enough to wait on that,,, ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

Yee, okay! I'll have it up ASAP.

That's alrighty, mate. No worries. ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

Hey hey hey, it's finished in less than a day. ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

Name: Masahiro Kikuo (Nickname: Hiro)
Age: 22
Appearance: A reference image for ya mate –And in case that doesn't work– Hiro's skin is extreeemely pale. Like, think of white quartz, then add a slight pink tint to it. He has shaggy, charcoal black hair that reaches all the way down to the base of his neck. His eyes are a champagne brown. Sometimes described to be piercing and intimidating. By nature, his thin, black eyebrows have a downwards curve, almost always giving off a slightly pitying look. His lips are thin, and have a peachy, yet sand-ish colour to them. As well, the have a slight curl at the ends. (Kinda think of the Grinch's smile if you have a hard time picturing that.) His shoulders aren't too broad, but he's not quite scrawny. He's got defined collarbones, and is around 175cm tall. (I don't know how to convert that to feet and inches I'm sorry-).
Species: Presumably human
Sexuality: Demisexual
Personality: Masahiro is generally a quiet person, though he can be quite quick to laugh at others. It's gained him being called rude multiple times over anything, and condescending as well, though he's really just trying to have a good laugh. He spends most of his first meeting with people analyzing them, rather than talking to them. Letting them do most of the talking. Once he gets more used to people, he jokes around more and becomes more open. Doing more wild gestures and becoming a lot louder. Though his feeling-stabbing humor does not change much, and he'll still laugh at most stupid things the other person does.

Though despite his pokey humor, he can not take it being reciprocated. In short, laugh at him for something stupid he does and he'll probably end up remembering it sometime in a late night and cringing, either that or cursing himself for doing something so remarkably dumb. –In other words,– all bark, no bite.
Other:

• He gets drunk easily, and his face will flush a lot when he does.
• He works as a garbage collector, and spends a lot of his work time picking up trash, vibing to music, and hanging around on the back of the truck.
• He has a younger sibling in the family he was adopted into. Her name is Hitori Amami.

It's no worries! Always put yourself first. ↜(╰ •ω•)╯ψ

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Buh bye.

Hihi!

Well, if you're ready, you can start since I'm sure you have a better idea of what you want to see at the start rather than me. And I'm nervous about my writing hahahah

_{well yeah, ideally}
But like, I could try if you really don't want to start.

Well, okay! If you're fine with starting you can go ahead. ↜(╰ •ω•)╯ψ

(It's alrighty! Sorry if this is a bit meh)

Hiro swung around in his chair bored, already dressed up and ready for work, at that time, all he had to do was wait. He was up earlier than usual, so he decided to pass time his favourite way: bugging everyone on his contacts list until someone replied. Childish, truly, but still fun to him.

Eventually, he made his way over to Andre's number and sent a text: 'Hey'

Simple and plain, but enough for someone to at least ask him what the fuck he wanted from them. Almost as effective as calling out hey to someone in real life. Though admittedly texts are much easier to ignore. He didn't really have anything in mind to talk about in the occasion that Andre did answer, not that he expected him to. Andre was usually asleep or busy at the time anyway. But of course, no harm in trying, no harm and failing, and if he succeeds, a pleasant surprise.

(Sorry, had something to do!)

Hiro's eyebrows raised once he felt his phone vibrate, letting him know that he had actually gotten a reply back from someone. He clicked on the notification to see it was from Andre. A slight smile slipped onto his face, though quickly turned to confusion upon reading the text.

He typed his reply slowly, almost as if to accent his utter confusion.
'And how am I supposed to help that..?'